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He shouldn't take as much pleasure as he did in a packmate's nervousness, but Ramsay couldn't help himself. He didn't get these opportunities often without the potential for being bitten. Of course, there was still a possibility that Titmouse would react very poorly to Ramsay's game, but he wasn't thinking about it in the moment. He watched quietly as his packmate grew more and more antsy—or at least he assumed that was what it was, without knowing any of Mou's history.

Slowly, carefully, he began to push forward, pushing first his nose and then his grinning snout out of the shadows so that Titmouse might see it on his next close inspection. Then, satisfied with the game, Ramsay uttered a quiet, boo.