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

Wakka wakka wakka wakka, went Ramsay's little hips as he stared off into the forest, trying to comprehend the dog desire to claim something in so rough and primal a manner, but when a voice sang out to his right, some weird deep-seated shame found its way into his belly and he disengaged from the hawk. His hips rocked three more times in midair, in spite of the discomfort in his pelvis, before his feral instinct dissipated and he was left staring accusingly at the stranger.

He didn't realize how much he'd grown until he was faced with an unfamiliar wolf. He came up nearly to Absalom's razor sharp collarbone, if not a hair taller, and his eyes were level with the swinging chain around the man's throat. "Yes," he said, mistaking Absalom's meaning to be relevant to himself and his brother. But his dark eyes continued tracking the swing of the chain, and after a short moment, he asked, "what is that?" as if he hadn't been caught redhanded shagging the back end of a corpse.

All the while, Euron went unseen.