Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

Euron's tail thumped wildly against his flanks, battering his sister as she came up and leaned on him. He turned to grin broadly at her, and at Ramsay, before he turned his attention back to his father's face inside the darkness of the den.

"You are not dead!" Euron exclaimed. "Oh," he paused, knitting his brows as his eyes adjusted and took note of all the damage that Cicero had suffered. Blood, pain and weariness emanated from the patchwork wolf, causing the pup to wrinkle his nose and frown deeply. "But you are maybe on your way..." Euron worried with a whine. "Can you come out?" He asked Cicero as he backpedalled and then quickly glanced between his siblings with a question. "Who here knows how to stop things from becoming dead? Like... make them better."

His eyes whipped back and forth between Ramsay and Maegi before he settled on his sister. He did not know if she knew. He knew that she dabbled in things that neither him nor Ramsay did, and that she sometimes knew things they did not, so it was on her that his concerned gaze settled.