Blackfeather Woods blind to this impending fate

Today's offering to Peryite was one of the crows Mou had killed, rotting slowly as each day went by. It was a challenge getting the body to the Altar—bits of it fell away on the journey—but she finally managed to lug the maggoty lump of flesh to Nightcaller Temple. . .only to discover that she wasn't alone.

She dropped the corvid (ignoring the strange sense of hunger that overcame her at the sour smell) and ambled toward the woman with a bark of inquiry. An unfamiliar face, though the smell was not too foreign. She'd been here for a while—and Ramsay's smell layered her pelt, along with a pungency that struck Maegi as both familiar and offensive.

Still, she put on an impassive face, brows drawn tight in puzzlement. You're new, she remarked rhetorically, lifting her chin. Who are you? Did Ramsay invite you to stay?