Wild Berry Meadow dig that hole, forget the sun

Maegi forged ahead but kept mind of Mou the whole time; she didn't want to lose him out here, and so close to the end of their journey. One ear was constantly turned back toward his pawsteps, the other cupped ahead. Her eyes were fixed on the trees—that is, until a shadow in the corner of her vision caught her attention, and her head swiveled to stare there instead.

Something about the shadow was. . .off. Like almost fine, but not. Something out of a nightmare. Hunched over—

Hunched.

Breath hitching in her chest, Maegi quit her bounding and carried on toward it—him, right?!—with the most powerful strides her hobbled gait could manage. Her teeth were set in her lip, and in her haste, she had even lost momentary track of Mou. For there were only two wolves that eclipsed Mou, in her mind, and one of them was within shouting distance. . .

Ramsay, she called out, more a declaration than a question—for who else but him had that ghastly, crooked silhouette?