Blackfeather Woods I'm coming back to you like a bullet, and I'm not gonna miss this time

Open to anyone, would love an @Abraxas or a @Flicker if they're still hangin' around though!

He'd always held nothing but disdain for the way the Dark Brotherhood garnished their borders. The bones and flesh littered around the edge of the forest didn't, in Ramsay's opinion, serve as any sort of warning to anyone. All they did was draw unwanted attention from lesser predators and wolves alike. As a kid he'd found it interesting but ultimately counterproductive. As an adult he found it utterly childish.

He was presently picking along the woodland's edge in the dim dusk light, searching for any remaining trash to dispose of. Much of it had been reclaimed by nature in the time since he was a child, which was for the best, he thought. It seemed the most recent residents hadn't continued with this useless practice. Here and there Ramsay would find a bone or two, which he took care to bury at the roots of trees. He was no naturalist but it was the most logical place to put them in his mind.

It was tedious work, but keeping them all safe was one thing he felt very strongly about. For as long as his sister wanted to linger in the woods, Ramsay wanted to be sure they weren't associated with the woods' past bloodlust. That meant removing grisly reminders of the former pack.