Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

This must have been the wolf that Wintersbane had told her about.  She strode clipped on quick, furious limbs, and she could imagine the tone of voice that should have accompanied her mouthed words.  Ceara's eyes take in the Listener's anguished form and then move to her bright, hard eyes.

Nobody had asked for her name yet.  She hesitated for a moment before she mouthed back, Fire Blackthorn.  It was true and untrue, but giving away her truename seemed too dangerous.