Emberwood You just want somebody you can chill and get some drinks with

The hunt had gone well, for once. Ramsay failed more often than not, having never developed a strong foundation for hunting as a pup. There was no stability in his young life and he had spent all his time just surviving, shuffled along from one stress to the next. He had lost precious time learning the basics, so his hunting was never going to be his strong suit. He was too loud, too clumsy even now, and very conspicuous with his dark coat. He had many disadvantages when it came to stalking prey.

But today was his lucky day, for he had secured a kill without his brother's aid. It was only a thin rabbit, old and infirm from the look of it, but it was a victory nonetheless. He didn't squander it; upon finding a thicket in the heavy aspen woods in which he could enjoy the midday sun, the dwarf tore into it while it was still warm, bent nearly double so he could reach down to its upturned belly.

@Grezig. Backdated.