Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

The prospect of being able to ask Cicero anything was exciting, and Euron wriggled in place and wagged his tail, even more so as his brother came to join them. But sometimes too much choice made it difficult to pick anything and with a quiet ummm... the boy drew a complete blank on what to ask. He had nothing but an I dunno shrug and a half-smile for his sister as she — and Ramsay — looked to him. That made him feel a bit awkward and Euron glanced at his paws and scuffed the snow with one before glancing at Ramsay, who Euron saw as more the leader of the trio.

Fortunately, Maegi was able to come up with a question on her own, evoking an immediate and defensive-protective what are you talking about frown from Euron. "It is not wrong! It is just different!" He blurted out, before springing off her question to add his. "Why is no one else having these," he turned his head to gesture at his shoulder patches. "No one else but you. Why are you looking like me?" Euron narrowed his eyes briefly as he stared at the marks that adorned Cicero's patches, murmuring more so to himself, "I want those."