Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

His svelte ears trimmed backward at the distinct sound of Maegi's footsteps, a trio of normal steps and a fourth that faltered without fail. He turned his head to regard her from the corner of his eye, lips stretched into a broad grin, but when she didn't get much closer, he turned his attention back on Cicero. His eyes remained there, drinking in the friendly face, until Euron disrupted him by clambering up on his back.

He was the smallest of his siblings, and due to his construction, that would probably always be true. But Ramsay would spend much of his life proving he wasn't a weakling or a pushover in spite of his size and proportions, and his response to what he perceived as disrespect was immediate. He bucked out from under his brother, turning awkwardly as only he could do to snap his jaws threateningly in Euron's face. At that moment, he didn't care whether he hit snout, prized feather, or empty air. As long as he got his message across loud and clear—NO—Ramsay didn't care for being gentle, even with his own brother.