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

Ramsay nodded slowly, or he would have, if he was capable of such a thing. His neck hindered him and it ended up as a few nearly imperceptible bobs of his head, not a truly defined nod but enough that his keenest litter mate was sure to pick up on it and understand. His dark blues crossed momentarily as Euron lifted a smoky paw toward his face, and there was a momentary apprehensive flick of both ears when he thought that his brother was going to swat him like Maegi often did, so the soft pat came unexpected.

As did his brother's words. Being told he was good was tantamount to telling a small boy that he could have cupcakes and ice cream sandwiches for dinner. His stub tail wagged wildly in response, but his expression remained confused and unsure, like he was expecting his brother to melt right in front of him. "You are good too," he insisted, and prepared to try to forget all of the weird stumbling and stuff from earlier, but then all of him faltered when Euron posed a question, or something like a question. After a long pause, Ramsay asked, "what?"