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Since first catching sight of the fiery stranger, so unlike any member of his family with her bright fur and brighter eyes, Ramsay tended toward the borders. An innate sense of ownership was sometimes the cause, and when that wasn't it, then it was curiosity. After seeing it several times, the fence of blood and body parts Blackfeather Woods sported was as normal to him as the ravens winging overhead and the dark, twisted trunks of the trees. He didn't even pause when he encountered a decrepit severed limb from some canid or other. He didn't know to fear such things.

He strayed near to the borders, but far enough within the territory that he could only just see the bright fringe of the forest. When Euron's voice broke through the heavy quiet of the forest from some place far off, but not so far that it was unreachable, the dwarf picked his pace up into a gorilla gallop and plunged from the darkness into the light of the borderlands, where he was met with his brother near a decapitated head, which was as mundane to him as the limb from earlier, and an unfamiliar she-wolf advancing.

When the sharp clang of tooth on tooth met the air, Ramsay snarled loudly from the shadow of the woods. It was a young, immature and ineffectual snarl at best, but it broke from the prison of his lips nonetheless and within moments the dwarf stormed fully onto the scene, guns blazing, as it were. It was curiosity that drove him there, but the threat to his sibling, while thrilling for Euron, was terrifying for Ramsay, and he tended to answer terror with teeth.

"No!" he screeched loudly at Berúthiel, flinging his wide rounded ears forward into sharp lines above his brows. There was nothing he or his brother, or even both of them together, could do if an adult wolf attacked them, but because she had threatened one of his two pillars, Ramsay would try nonetheless. He quivered on the spot, equal parts angry and frightened, but held his ground at his brother's side as he loudly emphasized, "Euron's," with regards to the macabre plaything.