Blackfeather Woods The changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability

Tundra didn't disappoint; she was quick to respond to Ramsay's call, arriving long before he would have found her on his own. He offered her a thin smile and said, yes. Walk with me. Turning, he headed for the territory's heart where the trees grew thickest. The borders could be tended later.

Tell me, he implored as he passed beneath the shadow of a tall, proud oak. What is it you aspire to? It was perhaps a deeply personal question, or maybe Tundra wasn't private about her goals or ambitions at all. Some wolves kept those things close to their heart and others shared them openly. Which kind of wolf Tundra was would change the outcome of this. Ramsay himself was the private sort, but he no longer knew what he aspired to. He already protected the woods. That was all he'd dreamt of for the past year.

What did she dream of, he wondered.