Blackfeather Woods never seem to find the time

Well, okay then. He didn't heed her warning a bit, instead traveling deeper into the woods. Outraged, Maegi followed after him, stumbling over brush and branches. It's our prey, the girl snarled. You're on Blackfeather land. You need to leave.

She caught up after a few moments and began to nip at his heels, his flanks, like a demented sheepdog. Should she land the blows was up to him and how well he dodged them. All Maegi knew was that she needed to get this guy out of here, and soon. He may not have the Redhawk scent on him, but he was still trespassing.

And perhaps it was worse that he had no identifiable scent. The Redhawks wanted Mou, and to find Ceara. This man could do anything; he certainly was desperate enough to cross borders in search of food. He was an enigma, an unknown threat, and he must be stopped.