The Sunspire You know, the tortoise, he always wins

^ basically what she said but I am not consenting to the taking of any appendages is all :)

"I think so. But where?" he asked, twitching an ear and canting his head. Back to the dark woods came to mind. But Euron could not fathom a reason to. There was no one there he cared to see and as much as he favored the forest and desired for his paws to tread familiar ground, the idea of associating with what remained of the pack agitated him. He especially did not want to look upon his sister's face; the thought made him clench his teeth briefly, before he shoved her from her thoughts and reminded himself that he did not care about her.

He could not explain it but he felt a need to go, and was encouraged by the dawning realization that being on his feet and doing things seemed to keep his reflection from interfering with him. Still, he had not been able to sleep, and the usual grace of his steps was beleaguered with exhaustion such that he occasionally dragged his toes and often scowled because of the effort required, and wanted for nothing but his bed. He might have left his brother and sought fruitless rest, but following Ramsay beyond the vale had imbued him with a bit more energy, and a tingling of excitement that he had not felt in a long time. He was reminded of old times, and picked his head up a bit as he trailed after his shadowy sibling.

They pressed past the border of a nearby pack. Though he had not been taught much (how could he have been when he practically raised himself), he understood enough the significance of borders. "Mm, you are being bad," Euron hummed, trailing into a whisper-quiet titter as his mouth drew into a fiendish half-smile. "That is good. Keep going," he encouraged brightly, suddenly feeling alive and awake as he drew forward to be shoulder to shoulder with his partner in crime.