King Elk Forest good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter

Ramsay is totally skippable because I'm not sure how timely I'll be. <3

He was silent. He had been silent for a long time. Since asking Delight if his pack had killed Burke, since arriving at Tindome, and all through Cicero and Euron's exchange, Ramsay said nothing. He'd noticed it back then, the smell that clung persistently to Cicero, and he hadn't said anything since. It was faintly sweet, a whiff of something familiar but also repulsive, and reminded Ramsay too much of Blackfeather's gruesome borders to be coincidental. He knew it even before Anatha said it out loud, and he chewed his lip in silence.

Somewhere inside him, a small boy curled in on himself and loudly sobbed.

He watched his brother console their fallen father with impassivity that was uncharacteristic even for him. It was like he was cast in stone, and for a long while, he couldn't move or find any words to say. Ramsay had often been the most unfeeling and most logical, if not the smartest, of his siblings; when Maegi and Euron were both distraught and passionate about Potema's continued hatred, Ramsay had chosen not to care. He approached the world in a very physical manner and reserved his thoughts for things that weren't emotional in nature, but now he was stricken with emotion and didn't know what to think, do, or say.

In the end, Euron told Cicero to go, and Ramsay nodded slowly. He crept toward his father, perhaps the only adult wolf who had ever had any real impact on him, and did his best to shuffle close. He sought to drape his chin and neck across Cicero's thin shoulder, but he couldn't reach. The frustration with his body's limitations in that moment made his hackles rise, but all Ramsay said was a murmured, "love you," which he had always reserved solely for Euron and Maegi until then.