Sheepeater Cliff I'm only human; you look at me like you never knew that

In the days following his altercation with Sunspire, Ramsay had holed up in the mountains. He hadn't gone far from the pack's borders before he slowed down, favouring his injured leg as he picked his way along deadly ridges and shelves. @Euron had taken off before him and he had lost his brother in the ensuing chaos; even with his excellent nose, tracking the patchwork Melonii in the mountains proved arduous. He didn't dare to go back to Tindome's territory to look for him; the raven-black dwarf was smarter than to think their actions would go unpunished.

And while he didn't much care for the opinions of others and openly mocked the idea of punishment from such soft wolves, Euron was missing. Finding him was of paramount importance. Delight and the others were hardly acquaintances, so Ramsay felt no obligation to return to them.

His was a rolling gait as he crossed over a heaving clifftop with grass and stone intermingled. Lichen coated the vertical services and cracks, while scrub grew close along the ground. The scents and signs of mountain goats were all around, unidentifiable to a forest wolf like Ramsay, but he wasn't looking for food anyway. In fact, the dwarf was far from self-sufficient. A terrible hunter with no teacher and no real need to practice, he was doomed on his own. The hunger had turned to pain, and the pain had turned to numbness; he was shedding weight fast, but had no hope of regaining it without his brother, so Ramsay searched tirelessly in the gloaming.

For @Iliksis and Euron if he's close enough to find Ramsay here.