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Ramsay barging onto the scene came as a complete surprise to the boy. But it was a welcome one and there was no hiding the crazed devilishness with which he grinned — to witness his brother's aggression in the name of him and the rotted head he wished to possess. It was a new kind of thrill, and Euron cackled loudly and wriggled in place, overstimulated and perhaps even a bit manic in his delight at all of this. Unfortunately, the fun was short lived.

No matter how much he enjoyed the adrenaline, the pup was not feeble minded. He had sensed early on that the pale wolf was not to be trusted — her bold approach had made that assessment quick. She turned on his brother, on him, and came toward them, and he knew the game was up. His elation quickly simmered and was replaced with his usual calm, but still smiling look. Ramsay might have been ready to prove his bravery but Euron was about to demonstrate that cowards lived to see another day.

"It is time to be going now!" He chirped and darted forward to give his littermate's stubby tail a quick tug. Then he dug his nail in and took off — leaping with the grace of a deer over the severed head and then cutting hard across the borders and fleeing into the dark forest.