Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

maegi launched into explanation and wintersbane kept his silence, playing his own conversation with the flame-kissed redhawk in his head. maegi did not mention what mou'd done to the redhawks ...or perhaps, the tundrian considers, she didn't know. mou didn't appear to remember but that didn't mean the pack didn't ...if the words the redhawk woman'd spoken had been true. and though he's not sure — toeing that line of trepidation because relmyna didn't trust them — he had a feeling the things that fire'd told him were true. it was little more than tuition feeling but she'd spoken those things before he refused to help her and called her demanding at the pinnacle of the downfall of that meeting ( because for a captive she was definitely demanding and mouthy, in the tundrian's opinion ).

wintersbane waits, accepting his role as the woman's guardian with internal reluctance. he has no choice and he's always eager to appease the dark priestess; and shifts uncomfortably and tries to ignore the chill that pools in his stomach like ice as relmyna states that she will escort her home. his information to share briefly tucked aside, "let me go with you, listener," he implores in suggestion. "i'm owed a favor. it might help if things begin to go poorly." a favor that, honestly, until this whole mess started he'd never meant to bank in on because he hadn't saved tywyll for any reason other than his soft spot for cubs.

"it might be useful to know when dealing with the redhawks," he sees the opportunity to slide what information he'd managed to collect into the conversation. it seems like something to consider, at least. perhaps it would mean nothing to anyone but it might help the listener, at least, when dealing with redhawks ...especially if she refuses wintersbane's offer to go as her guard. "that when i spoke with her," he gestures slightly to the redhawk woman with a slight incline of his muzzle. "she told me mou attacked their alpha and killed her cubs and that one of the surviving cubs might be disabled for life." he looks to mou then, glacial gaze calculating for a split second before it turns back to the listener, where it lingers. "the redhawks tried to drown him by throwing him into the ocean."

wintersbane isn't sure what to objectively make out of this other than a web far too tangled for him to see a clean way out of. someone was going to get hurt, was going to suffer and pay for this. perhaps someone who didn't deserve to in lieu of someone who did. was mou worth that potential sacrifice? was he worth the possibility of losing relmyna? their listener? wintersbane didn't personally think so; and while he considered that they could lie and say mou was dead by their own jaws fire could dispute it and wintersbane does not doubt they will believe her words over their own.