Blackfeather Woods there is something rotten in the state of Denmark

it was an obvious and expected question, and her gaze slid instead to Ramsay who made himself known smoothly. he offered then her own words, though there was no edge behind them, and her answer was easy. "it is not my life to live alone, anymore. Blackfeather would offer security to my unborn I could not find elsewhere - I was quick to associate this place too heavily with those who ruled it, once." unspoken, but it was not only her to have changed. that was evident alone by the borders that were more or less the same as all the other packs in Teekon, her presence here accepted instead of faced with fangs and threats. 

"none would follow me here. and I am capable of providing for any burden I may bring with me. still, if you will not have me - us,  I would understand." it is up to him to weigh the pros and cons, and while her outlook is bleak if the latter happen to outweigh the former, she will accept his verdict well enough.