The Sunspire You know, the tortoise, he always wins

Euron fled, freeing Ramsay up to do the same. He shook wildly under Terance's hold and felt white hot pain sear along the back of his shortened neck as he tore free of the Beta. Only then did another source of pain register—the golden wolf had a hold on his leg, but it was tenuous still and the young Melonii acted immediately. Lips skimming back from his bloodied teeth, Ramsay swung like a small wrecking ball and dug his teeth into the side of Goldy's muzzle, but didn't stick around to do any lasting damage; quick as that, with leg and scruff freed, the dwarf took off running with a mild limp.

His destination was not Tindome—he wasn't stupid—but the lands beyond the mountains.