Blackfeather Woods They will make you an exhibit

Feel free to skip Ramsay until it makes sense for him to be involved again!

If Argent had directed the question at Ramsay instead of Cicero, then the answer would have been the same. Cicero was the closest thing to a father figure that the pups had ever had, and although Ramsay didn't know him as his father officially, he viewed the man like one. Potema was their mother but was the worst parent a kid could ever ask for, and that told Ramsay that one's born family wasn't always their proper family. In this case, he considered Cicero proper family; that was why he would obey any command given him by the patchwork wolf when he would otherwise ignore authority.

As the adults talked, Ramsay examined a twisted tree root nearby. His hackles rose in sharp lines along his spine as he stared at it, intent with a feline focus (in these moments, he resembled his father and his brother, when otherwise he took more after his grandfather—abrupt and forward), and then he threw himself awkwardly down atop it, fitted its gnarled end into his jaws, and began to chew at it between guttural grumbles.