Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

Right on cue, Euron echoed Ramsay with his own enthusiastic "yes!"

If asked he would not be able to say what it was he liked about the pawprint. The stark color stood out against the bold white patch of his father's shoulder. It would stand out on his too. He might have answered that he simply wanted to look more like Cicero. Euron was beginning to wonder what it might be like to masquerade as another. To be another. To employ that in his sneaking and spying. But it was such a budding thought — a feeling, really — he hardly had to the words to fully describe it.

"Ramsay first!" He chirped, hopping back so that he could witness the application of the pawprint, as he assumed it would happen right here and right now.