Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

"Blood and bones are blood and bones," Ramsay asserted, "not wolves." He understood the connection, but if one was reduced to blood and bones, then they could no longer be afraid. That was where a vital link was missing for him. Anyway, Blackfeather's horrid display didn't bother him much for what it was meant to do; it didn't seem to deter many other wolves. He had seen it attract more wolves than it deterred, what with that hungry loner even going so far as to try to eat parts of it, and that made it dangerous not for outsiders, but for the pack.

He couldn't wholly relate to what his brother and father were talking about—fear jolted his senses awake but it wasn't something he necessarily enjoyed like they did. So he hummed quietly to himself and looked away for a time, and when his eyes wandered back, they lit on the red paw again and he asked, "how do you get that?" Not everyone had it—only Cicero and mother and Damien that Ramsay had seen—so he knew it couldn't be a given.