Blacktail Deer Plateau Under cloud and under star

Well, Mal got one thing right. His story was incredibly fantastical. If Ramsay was anyone else he might have a very hard time believing what the yearling told him about the coastal wolves, but he'd been raised with a strange faith and he himself was a strange man both in body and spirit. He couldn't find any logic to the actions of those on the coast, leaving him to guess that it was some kind of ritual. Having never been to the coast, Ramsay couldn't assume anything else, or he might have concluded salt poisoning instead.

That is very unusual, mused the dark-coated dwarf with a gentle cant of his ears to the sides. Maybe they worship weird gods with weird fancies. I can't think of any reason for such an extreme change in demeanour. You were probably right to leave such folk behind. It seemed this world was just full of all shapes and sizes of oddities. Blackfeather Woods counted as that, too, no doubt. Both the old and the new, though the new was considerably less odd. Did you come from the coast originally? Where is it you seek to go from there?