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

"Sleep is good," Ramsay concurred, himself being a fan of sleeping at least ten hours a day. In sleep he could imagine a perfect world, free from the tethers of their societal life. Granted, Blackfeather Woods wasn't much of a society. More of a small band of wolves struggling to eke out a living with no common threads holding them together. It was the closest thing he'd ever known though and Ramsay cherished it greatly, though he would give anything to be completely free.

"Will stay away from the tree," he promised, offering his brother a sloppy lick as he rose to leave, "and will tell you everything, too." There weren't many secrets he was willing to keep, and certainly not from his siblings. In fact, he couldn't think of a single one. "Gotta go find Vaati," he said, with a wrinkle of his nose to share his feelings. "Gotta do more training. See you later?" And with that he was off, vaulting up the hill that had proven such an obstacle only several months prior.