Blackfeather Woods I know it's just a number but you're the eighth wonder

The boy was watching chickadees flick from one twig to the next in a thick tangle of bush; although he did not know them as anything but small birds and, perhaps, food. This was the thing he was contemplating, as his silver and indigo eyes followed them between branches, when Ramsay called his name.

He had thought to sneak around Ramsay and practice his stalking skills... but his brother knew him well. He had just the right carrot to dangle at the end of his stick to lure Euron out from the the shadows and in to the open. Curiosity was both an asset and a flaw.

"What is it?" Euron inquired as he strolled toward his brother. He was growing, but it was becoming more and more evident that his form would be lissome and light; he did not even break through the thin crust as he quietly made his way.