Blackfeather Woods Relatively ideal circumstances

Much like a newborn child was flexible in ways an adult could never dream of, a young wolf pup like Ramsay was plenty flexible enough to manage such a tumble safely, even with his deformity. When he came to a stop in the snow at the bottom of the glen, it was with no major injuries. A scrape of angry red flesh peeked through his coat here and there, mostly on his legs and face where twigs had whipped, but all would heal to invisibility in due time. They stung, but taking after his father before him, Ramsay wasn't so bothered by the pain as he was intrigued by it.

He shook his head and directed his navy gaze up to toward the canopies at the hill's top, and then noticed Euron heading back down the hill. He made it look a lot easier than Ramsay had and did it the correct way, although if it came down to an argument on the matter, Ramsay would claim that he had done it much faster and was therefore better at it. Nevermind the fact that it was an accident, or that it could have resulted in serious harm if he had hit something more solid than twigs and naked bushes. Ramsay liked to think he was the best even when his siblings truly took that honour, and that was that.

He shook his fur as he struggled to his feet once more and awkwardly bobbed his head in answer. Euron seemed optimistic about it so Ramsay would as well. He wasn't really one to give up on a challenge, else he might have just died as a newborn to save himself from dealing with the antagonism he was likely to receive later in life. Not that he was aware of that. "Try more ups," he repeated affirmatively, but as he tackled the hill again, he was measurably more cautious and mindful of where he put his feet, and made it to the tree he'd reached the first time faster.