Blackfeather Woods awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock

Ah, there was business to discuss. Ramsay settled himself with a brief shake of all four limbs as Maegi began, and then he listened to all she had to say, putting pieces together quietly in his head while she filled him in on what happened. Mou had killed some crows and Abraxas had a fit. He knew what she meant when she mentioned Euron; their peculiar sibling still did these things even now. He'd never understood it, but he'd never questioned it either.

When she was done, Ramsay chewed his cheek in silent contemplation. A life for a life, he said at last, rolling his broad shoulders. It made perfect sense that Abraxas would want to kill Titmouse for killing crows; the birds seemed important to their resident ghoul for some reason. Then again, but they are only birds. There are many and more of them.

Oh, he wasn't good at this. He didn't see what Titmouse did as a crime, and he didn't see what Abraxas did as anything less than natural. Why punish either of them? Ramsay was more the sort to let them sort it out themselves. I should think Abraxas would appreciate the chance to choose his punishment himself, wouldn't you agree? he wondered, then sighed softly and said, short of killing him, though I understand the sentiment completely. Maybe Maegi wouldn't like that, but this was who Ramsay was; he didn't care much about the lives of others. Let them die if they wanted to gamble with it. If it was his own brother or his own sister bringing trouble to the woods, then it was possible he might very well let them fall on their own, too.

Then again, he had a very special connection with them, and not so much with Mou, so in this case it was much easier to not care so much.