Blackfeather Woods the eye wide open

Ramsay's distraction became his own. When his brother disengaged, Euron's snout tipped up so that his eyes could see what it was that had stolen the dark sibling's attention from him. He saw the bird too, and marked its path as it soared over the tree tops. It had a throaty call that made his ears perk.

He was struck by a sudden twinge of hunger. Imperceptible perhaps to sibling, Euron's expression sharpened into something more... predatory. He started to follow after the bird, eyes locked overhead as his legs tried to eat the ground the way the bird's wing beats could. It was a futile effort that would have ended as soon as it began had the bird kept a straight path, but something caught its attention and it banked. It dropped height as it came back around, and passed in front of Euron below the canopy — it was still well beyond the reach of any wolf yet somehow the pup imagined it was right there and lurched forward, jaws open.

His teeth closed on the enduring leaf of a sapling. It was dry, brown, and should have fallen already. Instead, it crunched and crackled and turned to airy pieces that tickled Euron's tongue and the back of his throat. The pup started to splutter and cough, his face wrinkled.