Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

The whole time that Cicero was inspecting Euron and he, Ramsay was crouched low with his tail wagging frantically. His gaze darted rapidly between Cicero's mismatched eyes, the patches on his shoulders, his brother beside him, and the trees looming over the Glen. Back to Shoulder Patches, back to Euron, who also had patches on his shoulders... back to Shoulder Patches... back to Euron... Ramsay's brows pressed down over his eyes and his tail faltered as he glanced between the two, but ultimately, he drew absolutely no conclusions. They looked similar, and that was super cool. He tried to turn his head to see if he also had cool shoulder patches, but his head hardly moved even an inch to the side thanks to his nearly nonexistent neck.

His attention went right back to Cicero when the older man spoke, ears drawn upright, and he grinned brightly. "Haaaa!" he screeched in response, resuming the wiggling of both tail and entire body as he flopped down onto his stomach and peeked shyly up at Cicero's chin.