Blackfeather Woods the eye wide open

Ramsay's eyes darted in time with the raven's wings, but unlike Euron, he wasn't completely engrossed in it. His small ears couldn't pick up its quorking call, or much of anything for that matter. His brother pushed away from him and began to follow the flier's movements, while Ramsay himself sunk back on his haunches and awkwardly lifted a leg to scrub his wet muzzle against the inner crook of his arm. It wasn't long before he entirely lose interest in the bird and began to seek adventure in other places, turning away from bird and brother to toddle off toward a large lump on the ground.

With his eyes off his brother, he didn't notice Euron's misadventure with the leaf, and he was deaf to the spluttering sound that burst from his sibling's mouth as well. He was aware of only what was in his immediate line of sight, which no longer included Euron, and he hadn't developed the attachment to his siblings that his younger brother had. Ramsay often forgot they existed, much like now. The neckless pup sniffed at the tip of the rock as best he could, bending at the elbows to compensate for an inability to lower his head, and then he pressed his shoulder against its side and slid his body along it until he flopped over on the ground. He pushed his paws against the rock's cool surface and momentarily flexed his limbs, then immediately drifted into a light sleep, still heedless of his sibling's plight.