Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

He observed and, like his siblings, Euron noticed too that this wolf shared similarities to him. But he took a glance over his shoulder anyway to confirm, as if to make sure that his own white patches had not fallen off or that he had imagined them. Then he peeked at his tail which also had a black tip, and at his toes dipped in silver. He was not old enough to know what it meant, but he took comfort in what he saw and felt an immediate draw to the older male. If other wolves were safe, other wolves that looked like him were even safer.

Forgotten were his plans to hide the feather from all but his littermates. The pup snatched his prize and trundled forward bouncing and wriggling with excitement, blue eyes glittering as he crowded up beside Ramsay. He pranced in place momentarily and then stepped on his brother's back in order to stretch himself higher, reaching out with his snout to show his doppelganger the feather.

For a brief moment he glanced back to his sister and issued a squeak as if to summon her to the party.

Also come look at my feather.