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

Turns out Ramsay selected all of the worst wolves for a hunt, because he also had no experience with large game, and took for granted that the other two probably did. He had at least enough knowledge to know that the fawn was a smarter option. Smaller, slower, less experienced... an ideal target. He motioned to that one, pausing so either of his companions could protest the selection, and then he was at a loss for what to do.

So Ramsay did what Ramsay did best: winged it. He was capable of running just as fast as any average wolf if he really tried, but in truth his speed suffered just a little thanks to his crumpled form. Maegi's paws would impede her. He came to the same conclusion Titmouse did, and turned his eyes to the masked Redhawk. Oooh. Was his eyesight severely effected?

Think you can run in and sorta separate 'em? he whispered before casting his vision over to Maegi, and do you think you could bar it from escaping into the trees? He set it up in his head exactly the way he would set up an ambush on another wolf, which was not at all how hunting worked, but who's judging? Then I can move on the offensive and bring it down? This was all said in a hush so quiet that, had it been summer, the rustling of leaves would have drowned his voice out.