Blackfeather Woods i've got a little black book with my poems in

Of all the wolves she had been thinking of, Ramsay hadn't even come to mind. Why? Surely if she was capable of having children, he was, too. And yet, part of her couldn't shake the image of him as still young, still a child. Even Titmouse had occurred to her before her brother! But Ramsay—!

Oh, wow, Maegi whispered, a dazed smile coming over her face. That's. . .amazing. I had no idea. That means. . .we're kind of. . .related? She really didn't know how it worked. Her own parents had forever complicated the notion of family trees for her.

Her eyes drifted toward Nirgali and Ninazu, and then back to Parvati. They were bright but unclear, hazy, like lights in the fog. What are you gonna name them? she slurred slightly.