Blackfeather Woods Relatively ideal circumstances

Rinse and repeat. The boys scaled the slope in much the same fashion as before but with far greater ease and speed. Euron took to serenading them with a soft and harmonious hum while balancing precariously on every boulder and outcropping they passed; intentionally gripping their edge with his toes and leaning forward on them as far as he dared. On the outside looking it, it may appear that the pup was showing off his poise, but that was not the case.

He was looking for something.

Once they reached the tree they had reached before, and he hung back to allow Ramsay the chance to find the rest of the way up, Euron moved to the edge his brother had slipped down previously. He sneaked forward to where part of the slope jutted out a bit. With his toes curled over the earth and stone, he leaned so far forward his rear end started to lift. There, he found what he was looking for — he felt the blood rush and his heart hammer. He felt an odd sensation. It was what he had felt before when he had slipped, only amplified at this greater height.

"Whoa.. ah-hah!" The boy grinned. Still peering over the edge, he addressed his brother. "Rams. Dids you feel... hm." His brows furrowed and his mouth shifted. He had no words to ask what he wanted exactly. He turned back and started making his way up. "Were you liking it? The falling?"