Blackfeather Woods dwindling

"I catch and scare. Usually. But I can be listening..." Euron said as he bobbed his head. His paws shifted in the snow subtly, and his toes flexed. He was eager to try out this new method of sneaking. One that involved simply following and listening and not attempting to pounce on another or scare them. Little did the pup know yet that he was on a rogue's path. That he had the makings of a proper spy, and perhaps with a inclination toward assassinating as well.

Euron dropped his rump to the ground. "Okays. Teaching me more now." His attentive eyes were glued to Cicero.