Blackfeather Woods Something about you turns me to a savage

The encounter turned sour before Euron could form any sort of initial impression about this new wolf. The gray male erupted in a mad cacophony, and his teeth bared down on Ramsay who was forced to flee. He sped past his alarmed and wide-eyed brother who looked only for a moment at his retreating littermate before he snapped his eyes back to the aggressor.

There was an unsettling calmness about him now. He lacked an expression but there was a subtle darkening of his face accompanied by an unblinking stare that quietly devoured the details in front of him: the red swipe of fur behind the wolf's foreleg of particular note. Euron got to his paws. His nose briefly tipped into the air as he drew a breath through it, and then he turned and walked off.

He would go to his brother.