Blackfeather Woods Relatively ideal circumstances

"Kay." He answered back and followed along.

He was in no rush. For the first few minutes, Euron was content to sit and watch his brother try to scale the slope. Soft hee hee's accompanied Ramsay's backwards tumbles. In watching his brother, the last born had a head start before he even moved his paws — Ramsay's efforts had showed him the path up. Perhaps there was an easier or quicker route especially given that Euron had a better reach, but taking the time and effort to find one was not needed.

Euron cautiously chose his foot holds as he made his way to Ramsay. Sniffing the rocks and the dirt, and testing the surface with the tips of his toes before he committed. "Oooo," he uttered as he peered down from his ever heightening perch. Even a foot or so had made a difference in what he could see and the boy declared with a furiously beating tail that he rather liked the new perspective. "Up up!" He chirped enthusiastically to Ramsay, keener than ever to reach the top.

As he hastened to his littermate and let his caution lapse momentarily, Euron's paws missed their mark and slipped. The pup dug in his nails and braced, scrabbling for grip and ultimately sparing himself from a fall. Eyes wide and heart drumming, he peered at the drop down for a brief moment, then grinned and let out a triumphant ha!. The near miss only invigorated him more.

He closed the distance, his nose within reach of Ramsay's tail, and held himself back from giving his brother an encouraging shove. There was a delighted glint in his eye as he looked upward, tongue lolling comically.