Black Morass Do you ever feel like falling for someone you never thought of falling for?

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He felt lost and sought to find himself in an old comfortable routine. So he followed Ramsay into the morass, both a shadow and a ghost. Unseen and unheard as he trailed behind. He did not witness his brother make the kill on the ailing hawk; but what came next he had seen back on the meadow, when Iliksis had set upon a rotting head in the same way. He himself had been pressed to the dark wolf's loins, and Euron's mind flashed back to that thrilling moment. Between his memories and current observations, he felt himself stir.

The winter air was cold between his legs.

The arrival of a stranger broke his transfixed stare, which moved to the rawboned wolf and latched on with a hard and biting aspect. His nape bore quills and the smooth skin across his snout buckled as his white fangs seemed to descend from beneath his black lips. But Euron never moved, and no growl betrayed the sudden aggression and protectiveness that he felt.