The Sunspire You know, the tortoise, he always wins

Though he skittered around, there was a lot happening in a short span and the young wolf could not foresee nor avoid it all. Grinning maniacally and laughing, he swung for the dark male that had seized his brother, but found himself snared instead as a white female set her fangs into his scruff. Euron was thrilled by his capture and the danger it presented, and he cackled even louder... until a lance of pain shot through his temple and interrupted it with a yelp. He felt dazed. The world darkened around him and would not hear his cry of protest.

"No!"

Then he was writhing like a feral cat, twisting and contorting until he had extricated himself from the wolf's grasp, tearing his flesh through her teeth in the process. Despite the pain and the urgency of his actions, he had become strangely soundless and expressionless.

Blood saturated his fur. He collected his paws beneath him and made to flee as Ramsay pried himself from the dark male. "Run," he commanded levelly, as his limber body stretched into a gallop and never looked back.

"Stop!"

"Ramsay!"