Blackfeather Woods Relatively ideal circumstances

He charged on ahead, intrepid in spite of his recent spill, but he took a leaf from his sibling's book in placing his paws more carefully on toeholds and level surfaces. He proceeded past the tree, reaching nearly to the top of the hill, but stopping himself before reaching it. His short figure was suspended there, and in that moment he decided he wasn't going to go right to the top. Not today.

He was just trying to figure out how to turn himself back around without losing his footing when Euron presented his question. Unable to turn his head to look over his shoulder, the boy struggled to find a means to turn around for a moment, then gave up before replying: "Fun." They were both probably destined to be thrill seekers in their own right, but Ramsay betrayed in the next breath that he wasn't quite in the same league as his brother. "Scary." He didn't realize that Euron was tipped head-first over the precipice, or he might have gave a strangled cry and attempted to save his litter mate without ever realizing that Euron was loving it.

Ramsay was facing the other way, though, and only knew that he was kind of stuck.