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He didn't get the hint the first time, but the bone-gripping frigidity of Titmouse's look stopped him in his tracks. He uttered a single word, one that made Ramsay press his ears forward with interest, but judging by his friend's expression, he wasn't going to get more than that. Suddenly he regretted having pursued and spooked Mou the way he did. Maybe he would have been more forthcoming if Ramsay hadn't done that first.

But, then again, maybe not. Just because Ramsay didn't have many reservations when it came to his past didn't mean others did. Speaking of Cicero's death was possibly the only really sore point for him. Potema was a close second. He didn't know what Moonspear meant but assumed it was either a wolf or a place, and he hoped to never know the difference if that was what Moonspear had done to Titmouse. Licking his lips pensively, the dwarf nodded in his unusual way, then slipped back into the shadows to leave the man be for a time. Best not to push any more of Tit's buttons just now.