Haunted Wood trudging on

There was little that Ramsay could offer to his traveling companions besides the use of his nose. They weren't following a trail now—at least not a physical one, but rather, the imprint of one in Cicero's memories—so he was blind in that respect. He plodded along beside his brother, agonizing over Maegi's absence and saying very little at all.

But she had chosen her path, and he had chosen his. Where Ramsay was concerned, two pillars was better than one; he had begrudgingly and reluctantly left Maegi behind for the stability of Euron and Cicero, but he hurt deeply for it.

His ears swivelled around to first his brother and then his father as they discussed food. Ramsay was no use hunting; he'd never even tried before. As they conversed, he surveyed their surroundings: a thick forest, considerably brighter and more varied than Blackfeather Woods. His eyes trailed over the fog-heavy brambles and leafless bushes that made up the undergrowth, then climbed the papery trunk of a birch tree and fell upon the raven overhead. He'd seen plenty of ravens in his life—they blackened the skies of the woods even in the dead of winter—and thought nothing of them as a species. Although Blackfeather Woods held ravens sacred, it didn't faze him to suggest, "that's food."

@Adriel Just adding a tag because they noticed her and are talking about her so it's your turn if she'd react, lemme know if you want me to skip her though if she wouldn't! :)