Blackfeather Woods The thorns

Rouge's question had Ramsay thinking of Titmouse, that cowardly older wolf who had so briefly been a part of their lives. Ramsay had, back then, been innocent and starved for attention, but the captive wolf had cowered from him like he was a weapon. Since then, that image had resided somewhere in the back of his mind, reminding him what he was, and though he was often unbothered by it, there were times Ramsay felt like a monster.

He answered her honestly then, based on that: "my brother. My sister. And me." All three of them. "We're monsters," he declared, but there was no sadness mingled in his tone, only acceptance, and perhaps a little trill of delight.