Blackfeather Woods buns! there's so much love and magic in rapture, hearts will be captured!

His brother had been here — his tracks were pressed into the snow around him. Euron dipped a paw into one of the indentations and found that it was wider than his own foot. He spared his paw a peculiar glance and then refocused on the task at hand. Or tried to. His muddied mind made tracking difficult even when the track was laid bare in front of him. He felt a demanding need to simply curl up and go back to sleep. Then suddenly...

"Rams!" Euron answered back excitedly, wincing as another throb struck him in the head. But in that moment he did not care. He spun to see his inky littermate not far off. The sudden movement dizzied him briefly and he swayed, before bounding through the snow to meet his brother with a wagging tail and a stupid grin brought on by sheer relief. He sat down in front of Ramsay. Still wagging. Still grinning.

"...Hi!"