Blackfeather Woods here on the nineteenth floor, the neon lights make me calm

Ramsay can also be skipped as needed to move this along! He'll just lurk.

He breath hitched in his little barrel-shaped chest when both wolves locked eyes with him. His gaze danced rapidly between Aries' chill blue and Iliksis' dull yellow, and he made a half-hearted effort to shrink back into the shadows, but he was caught. He could feel the looming presence of Iliksis when the man spoke of him, and there was something about it that bothered him, like an itch he couldn't reach or describe. He didn't know what it was, and when Vaati arrived, he promptly forgot it. He greeted his brother with a pleasantly wagging tail, having long since forgotten that he was not supposed to be here, and crept back into the bushes to continue pretending to be Euron.

He snuck some short distance away, still within earshot and viewing distance of the congregation, and settled low down on his haunches to listen to what was being said. Something about taking eyes that he didn't quite get; that was too abstract a concept. Nevertheless, Ramsay blinked reflexively and once more felt a queer, inexplicable prickle around his shoulders when he glanced to Iliksis.