Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

Oh, my bad! I never got a PM about this at all so didn't know.

Much of Cicero's warning went in one ear and out the other. The number of wolves whose opinions he valued was increasingly small, so if he was in trouble with Vaati or Kove, that was only par for the course for him. He hardly ever listened to Vaati anyway, even though his elder sibling was trying to teach his ungrateful ass how to be an assassin. Ramsay had never even met the latter, so he wasn't capable of being afraid of being reprimanded by Kove either. Anyway, the only wolf whose reprimands he would even listen to was the one giving him the pawprints, so he took it as permission.

"Always angry," he said of his brother with a shrug, and that served as his confirmation. He peered around Cicero's leg as best he could to see the red dye—he would never know what it was made of, but knew it wasn't blood as he'd originally expected—and then brandished his shoulders for his father's paw.