The Sunspire You know, the tortoise, he always wins

It took no time at all for him and his brother to find themselves surrounded, and for Euron to feel that familiar electric thrill crackle along his spine and down his limbs. It was intense; perhaps because he knew by instinct the dire predicament he was in; certainly because Euron had been numb and it been a long time since he felt such excitement and energy. It awakened him, and he loudly giggled in a sharp high pitch — "TEE HEE HEEEEE!" — as Ramsay lied in reply and then struck out at the last female to arrive.

Made animate by his fervor, and spurred his brother's brazen attack, Euron took no time before he followed up by darting for Seabreeze's paw while Ramsay punished her face. The patchwork boy's teeth chomped down on her toes and sliced the flesh there, painfully bruising flesh and bone before he scampered back. He expected retaliation from her or someone else but he was poised to duck, dodge and dance to avoid anything he could, in the manner of a dastardly eel.