Blackfeather Woods They will make you an exhibit

All too quickly, Ramsay's carefree smile faded into a more fixed expression, a sullen child's petulant frown upon realizing they were going to the doctor for a flu shot. His mother. She was an enigma to Ramsay, and truthfully, he didn't try to understand. He knew that Euron did in some way, and maybe Maegi mourned for their mother's presence too. In the deepest parts of him, Ramsay longed for the comforting touch and soothing voice of a mother in his life, but Potema's abandonment had come so early that he hardly had time to form a connection. The only thing he associated with her was cold dismissal and disgust; he mirrored that hate back at her, but hadn't seen her since to let her know it.

"No," he answered shortly, and took a long moment to glance around at the dark trunks of the trees, in the manner one might inspect their fingernails whilst deciding what to say or do next. Finally he scooped his ears back in Étoille's direction, followed by his gaze, and asked in his characteristically curious cadence, "who are you?" After all, Étoille was not a Melonii and not a familiar wolf either. Since his encounters with Indra and Beruthiel, Ramsay had come to know that there were other wolves in the world, and not all of them well-meaning. Étoille was in their forest and was probably a friend, but his curiosity mounted anyway.