Blackfeather Woods Breached her sanctuary

Maegi's curiosity eased Ramsay's uncertainty, but only a little, and it swelled again when Miraak identified himself. Their mother was an unkind, unloving creature, and connecting himself first to her did nothing to elevate Miraak's status in the dwarf's eyes. The bridge of his short muzzle wrinkled perceptibly; at even this young and tender age, he didn't hear the word "mother" and feel anything but the mutual hate she had shown them since birth, and something resembling longing deep down in his chest.

"Ram," he enunciated carefully, eyes narrowed on the older man's ankles as he reached the glen's floor. "Ours," he said emphatically, twitching his wide ears unsteadily. As long as this unfamiliar stranger understood that the glen belonged to them and the few wolves who had been around since their birth, there would be no issues with his presence here. Miraak had come at a bad time in the dwarf's life; Ramsay had, by now, more or less solidified who was a stranger and who wasn't, and strangers on the pups' turf were met with more hostility than outside their turf or than any familiar wolf was.

Still, Miraak had a kindly enough voice, so Ramsay dropped his guard enough to seat himself—shoulders hardly reaching to Maegi's ribcage when he was fully on his haunches—and watched quietly for a moment before asking, "what want?"