Blackfeather Woods Relatively ideal circumstances

Oblivious to Euron's game and the fact that their gaits differed significantly—his awkward and short where Euron's was fluid, feline and rolling—Ramsay approached the hill and peered up it with a stiff tilt of his short neck. "Ups," he answered vaguely, licking at his dry lips nervously before taking his first monumental step onto the slope.

Slopes were tough for young pups even without balance problems. Ramsay was going to have a tough time of it thanks to his disproportionately long limbs and stumpy body. Nevertheless, even after he tumbled backward several times, the young Melonii kept attempting to climb it, hopeful that his brother would join him in it, though surely Euron would be able to do it with more ease than he. Eventually he managed to gain several feet up the hill, wedging his body at last against a tree trunk and panting toward the top.