Blackfeather Woods Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places

There was still so much ground to cover, but when Titmouse came into view and then promptly moved off on his own mission, Ramsay's curiosity won out over his duty. There was a lot to do but there was also a lot of time left in the day. He could afford a short detour.

So he spun about and padded quietly after Titmouse, with no doubt he would be noticed in due time. He didn't have his brother's soundless feet to move with. As a boy he often tried to mimic Euron, but he just didn't have the appropriate build or focus for stealth. Experience and age lent him a modicum of skill when it came to moving quietly and sticking to the darkest parts of shadows, but sooner or later Titmouse was likely to realize he was being tailed. The Melonii ought to have just announced himself.

But there was something boyishly fun about following someone and waiting to see when they noticed. Though he was a relatively formal and closed off wolf, Ramsay still retained deep within a boyhood fascination with reactions and it was a call he couldn't often resist.