Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

A loud objection rang in Ramsay's ears and bid him throw on the brakes. His paws skidded against the ground and he twisted his short torso just in time for Maegi's paw to hit not just his ears, but the center of his head as well. She bared her teeth at him and Ramsay responded in kind, bristling fiercely. How dare she!

The beginnings of a complex that would fester in him for the rest of its life reared its head as he shoved abruptly into his sister's space, snarling as loudly as he could, close enough to brush her face with brandished whiskers. His voice was yet young and childish and it wasn't much of a threat to any grown wolf, but it was a distinct change in Ramsay's usual attitude toward his litter mates, which was protective and affectionate. It was also distinct from the disapproval he had first shown to Euron, more angry, but only because it was the second incident in less than three minutes. Cicero and the rock were momentarily forgotten.