Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

The sky didn't respond to him, eliciting a comical cock of his head that involved the entire bulk of his shoulders moving as well. The bright disc from the night before was absent, as was the shadow that crossed over it, leaving the sky motionless save for the snail's pace of a few passing clouds. Ramsay wondered at the change in the sky, but his attention span—and the interruption of his sister—didn't allow him to ponder it for very long.

What was his siblings' fascination with pawing at his face? Euron tended to target his snout, and this time, Maegi went directly for his ears after patting his scalp with her chilly nose. The boy twisted awkwardly to try to trap her paw with his mouth, betraying his general lack of flexibility as he toppled over sideways instead. His short tail wiggled as he aimed several playful snaps at both her ankles, having never once noticed that one of these things was not like the other ones and showing no discrimination in which one he went after.