Blackfeather Woods We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity

The moon still hung soft and silvern in the dawn sky when Ramsay surfaced from Mephala's web and loped out into the dewy woods. His ears sloped up over his brow as he jogged along, eyes darting side to side as if searching for something. Which he was, of course.

He'd seen them just prior to retiring for the night. A doe and her fawn, grazing at the new spring growth in the deepest part of the forest, near the Melonii's entrance to the web. Having slept the night away, the pair wasn't far from where Ramsay first spotted them. The little dwarf moved quietly through the trees, tracking them, until he found them near an offshoot of Otter Creek that wound its way out toward Namira's Mire.

Eyeing them keenly, Ramsay moved off some distance and dropped his hindquarters to howl for the most trusted of his packmates, @Maegi and @Titmouse.