Blacktail Deer Plateau Under cloud and under star

Mal continued to be vague, which Ramsay could respect. Having spent much of his own youth among strangers, he valued an adolescent who knew how to control their tongue. I see, he said, tilting his hindquarters down so he could angle his head toward the mountains. There wasn't much over there. Not judging by what he'd seen when he was with Euron, anyway.

Well, said the dwarf, turning back to face the sprawling flatlands below, I best be heading back. Should you find yourself adrift in the world and in need of a place to go, there is a black forest at the edge of a creek. If you follow that river, and here he gestured vaguely down to the Whitefish coursing below, you will find it. You are always welcome. Having no inkling of what Mal privately thought of him, Ramsay thought this was a generous offer to make. Blackfeather Woods didn't extend their hands to many, but he saw promise in the skeptical teen.

Ask for Ramsay, he tacked on, tilting his ears to the sides in something that might vaguely have resembled the tipping of a cowboy's hat. With such a short neck, he had to improvise on these things. Farewell, and may your travels find you well. With just a pause to allow Mal time to speak if he wished to, Ramsay began to thread his way back down from the plateau and off in the direction of home.