Blackfeather Woods Breached her sanctuary

"Why?" he responded immediately with another twitch of his wide, bat-like ears. He wasn't necessarily as smart as his sister when it came to memorizing the details of their religion, or as clever as Euron when it came to trickery, but Ramsay was intelligent in his own right and it showed in the burn of his eyes on their great-uncle. How he received this man hinged on the response.

There were very few wolves who had thus far made an impact on Ramsay. The likes of Ganondorf, Vaati, Damien, Koume and Astrid were all easily forgettable, for they had come by once or twice when he was little but failed to show their faces since. He would recognize them if he saw them, but shared no meaningful connection with them. There were others, like Cassiopeia, Kove and Aries who had never made an appearance with him, and he knew them only as scents without faces. For the dwarf, the only wolves who had solidified themselves as meaningful were Maegi, Euron and, oddly enough, Cicero, who was supposed to be forbidden from them.

Where would Miraak fall? He considered this as his blue eyes pinned unwavering on the older Melonii, and he only looked away when his sister asked a question that was echoed in a way by the elder. "Hiding," he answered succinctly. Euron only appeared when he wanted to, but it was always a safe bet that he was around and could hear every word.