Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

Her correction sounded much the same as her initial reason to him, but before the boy could childishly protest it, she brought up another point. He spun in place, his only means of turning his head to look, and peered at the gruesome displays marking Blackfeather's threshold. Having grown up around such gore and having never been elsewhere, Ramsay mistook it for normal, and when he swung his small figure back around to Indra, his expression laid bare his confusion.

"Scary?" he wondered, remembering when he and Euron had first climbed the hill, and he had fallen, and his brother had asked him how it felt. That had been scary, but this? This was everyday, or so he believed. "Why?" he wondered, taking a tentative and imploring step in Indra's direction. What was there to be afraid of? The woods? He didn't know the reputation of the woods, or what they felt was their reputation. It had never affected him, so how could he understand another wolf's hesitance?