Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

Since laying down proper boundary markings in the name of his sister, Ramsay was rather loathe to leave his woodland home. But his nature and the instability of his upbringing demanded that he wander, so he allowed himself the luxury of extending his range several miles in all directions from the dark woods, and that was how he happened upon Cassiopeia.

He wasn't following the raven, but his eyes lingered on its sleek form as it dipped over the lake. He followed the line of its flight down to the narrow-waisted she-wolf t the lake's edge. Ramsay didn't recognize Cassiopeia, seeing as they'd never formally spent time together, and she looked so different here in the light than his faintest memory of her in shadows. Nevertheless his approach was slow and a little cautious, but he held his ears and his short tail with some assuredness as he asked, are you lost?