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Euron was smart to stay back and observe, drinking in the results of Ramsay's bull-headed assault on the hill. Someday Ramsay would learn to be observant as well, but in his youth he invariably tackled the world head-on, with little regard for strategy. When the mottled pup finally began to climb, it was in a ponderous and meticulous fashion that differed greatly from Ramsay's persistent forward hurtle. Suffice it to say Ramsay was shocked, given how cautious Euron was, that his brother made better time than he to reach the same point, and thought about it for much longer than it ought to have taken for him to understand why.

Alas, those thoughts flew out of his mind once Euron reached him. He celebrated his sibling's success with a wild shake of his tail and a panting grin. Given his struggle to reach this point and how easily his able-bodied litter mate had outdone him, it wasn't likely that Ramsay was going to make it to the top of the hill today, but the poor thing wasn't aware of his own shortcomings. He charged ahead anyway and only slowed upon reaching a steeper portion of the hill, where he made his first major misstep and twisted to fall on his shoulder. With a loud yelp, the boy careened back down the hill, and his only saving grace was ironically his twisted little figure, which managed to avoid a nearby tree on the way down. Had he been anything more than half a wolf, Ramsay would certainly have snapped his spine against its trunk.