Blackfeather Woods to hear the softly spoken magic spell

Since receiving the news that Flicker had returned, this time with Damien, Ramsay spent all his time rounding the borders in a furious temper. Any who approached him in that intervening time were likely to think twice; his face was contorted into a dark glower and his steps thudded with malign intent. He'd heard Maegi's call for the woman, of course, but had been too far into the swamp to answer it. When he heard after the fact that his sister had been attacked by the traitorous cur, he regretted going so far from the territory's heart. What he wouldn't have done to rend the flesh from her bones for her insolence.

Thus throwing himself into his duties with the rage of a tempest.

When he hearkened to Maegi's summons, uncertainty was the foremost thing he felt, quickly snuffing the embers of his ire as he drew nearer. There had always been an abundance of crows and ravens in the woods, endlessly at war with one another, but they rarely swarmed like this. In the center of it all was his sister, shaking with quiet laughter, and dread ran cold in his bones. What had they done to her? Ramsay hadn't noticed this when first she spoke with him about Flicker and Damien. He'd grown used to Euron tittering and giggling at all hours of the day, but Maegi had never been like that. It was unsettling coming from her. He set his mouth in a grimace, passing by the strange shadow of Abraxas as he departed the gathering, and found his place by Titmouse, whom he shot a nearly imperceptible look. What is this, his concerned eyes seemed to say.

To Moonshadow and Tundra, Ramsay offered a familiar smile. To Jazira, he offered only a blink; he didn't recognize her and would need to remedy that in the near future, but now was not the time.