Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

Ramsay would have slumped forward, but there was no give in his fused spine, so he just held awkwardly to her waist for a time before his back legs started to fatigue. They were trembling as well, he noted; eager to hide it, he released his grip and tried to pull away, only to find that he couldn't. Some panic welled up in his breast, but something told him it wasn't abnormal, so he did his best to swallow it down and refrain from yanking himself away from her. Instead he made an ordeal out of awkwardly trying to turn until at last they were rump to rump. He still didn't like it much.

He didn't know anything about what had just happened, truthfully. Instinct took his hand and guided him to this sweet conclusion, but besides that, Ramsay was clueless. He didn't know this whole thing was kind of a risk; he didn't even know this was what sex was. He knew it felt amazing, and that was all. What is your name? he asked breathlessly. A formality. It would be useful to know it if he wanted to look her up and do this again sometime, if she didn't opt to stay here in the woods. Which he would demand shortly, also a formality. She was already in their domain and he was stuck to her, so that meant she was one of them already.

Only because this made him feel wonderful, and the closer she was, the more he could get. And the woods could always use more bodies anyway.