Blackfeather Woods Relatively ideal circumstances

Apart from the shadowy wolf and the patchwork wolf that sometimes stopped by to deliver food, no one had come to the glen in a while. The pups were left to their own devices, which was proving to be worse and worse the colder it got. Now the ground was almost permanently blanketed in white, a substance Ramsay had come to ignore, and it brought an unwelcome chill to every night spent huddled with his siblings. Potema was gone now, and though Ramsay didn't miss her, he instinctively knew that they had been abandoned by a figure who was meant to care for them and warm them, and he despised her for that.

He found @Euron quickly enough. The boy hugged the shadows and edges of the woods almost all the time, whereas Ramsay was easily found out in the open, though he was no less cautious for it. He was confident as he strode toward his larger and probably stronger sibling, employing a quieter step than he'd ever used before. The grey-and-white cub was far stealthier than he, but Ramsay was taking cues and learning quickly, and he'd already pieced together the knowledge that being quiet and quick was a good way to get around what few caretakers still showed their faces. There was no one to try to avoid in the glen that day, but the lighter step, though still a lot heavier than Euron's, was becoming second nature to him by now.

"Come," Ramsay said shortly in his babyish cadence, turning suddenly and heading for the gentlest slope the glen had to offer. All of them were steep and littered with dangerous obstacles, but Ramsay knew that wolves came from up there, and he was growing tired of the loneliness of their self-imposed prison. Cicero and Damien were their only recent visitors, but Ramsay knew there were others. He had smelled them, seen them maybe once or twice, then never again. It would be arduous for his small, still young legs, but he was going to break out here and now. At least this time, he was determined to take Euron with him. Next time he would try to take Maegi, but as surely as she had noticed how different and strange looking he was, Ramsay had noticed her twisted foot, and knew that for now she was the least capable of making it to the top.