Blackfeather Woods Where the hell did all this blood come from

With the rabbit's lack of being confirmed, Ramsay quickly moved on from it. A skull like that would have interested most children with immensity, but he was by now so used to the sight that it did little for him. He was more likely to be excited about things that normal children saw often: a shed antler, or a beaver's tail, or a pale birch stick with its leaves still attached. How strange that his upbringing made macabre things mundane and ordinary things extraordinary.

"Euron is brother," he told her, chewing thoughtlessly on the half-decayed squirrel. "He sneaks. Sneaks everywhere. Can't find him unless he wants you to." Well, not strictly true. Euron was a natural for sure, but not a professional yet. He was detected more readily than Ramsay knew; to Ramsay, Euron was basically invisible. "Maegi is sister," he went on, and wrinkled his nose thoughtfully. He didn't spend a lot of time with Maegi of late. She didn't come to the glen so often. "She learns stuff," he said unhelpfully, "and is smart." What else could he really say? He didn't understand the stuff she was learning, not really.

"You meet them sometime," he insisted, and went back to chewing the squirrel with his eyes fixated on Relmyna's nose.