Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

As Euron showed off his cat-like reflexes by dodging the clip of his brother's teeth, Ramsay allowed the surrounding world and its distractions to melt away until the only two things in his focus were he and his brother. It went without saying that the little gremlin, otherwise healthy save for the peculiar condition of his body, had a lot to prove. Not only to himself, but to the entire world. There would be no shortage of disgust and doubt in the opinions of others where Ramsay was concerned, and even now, he was determined to rise far above those points of view, until the dwarf had dwarfed them all.

He fancied that his gaze pierced so sharply into Euron's soul that the other boy's submission was an act of his own will, though in truth, it was simply Euron's nature. Given time, Ramsay would come to understand his brother's ways and would fail to take offense to readily, but in his infancy he was already very sensitive to perceived injustice, so his reaction was sensible to him. As Euron dipped his head and pushed the feather closer, Ramsay accepted his brother's nonverbal apology and dropped the facade, wagged his tail, and turned away. He didn't want the feather, and he didn't hold it against Euron either.

By then, Maegi had delivered her offering to Cicero. The dwarf boy missed the exchange and didn't understand Cicero's words either, but keenly watched a patchwork paw slip out and curl over the rock, and suddenly it was game time. Without warning, the stunted pup darted forward, eager to snatch whatever Cicero had out from under him in a game of keep away, heedless to the significance his sister had placed upon the pebble by giving it as a gift.