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

Today it was Ramsay's turn to do the sneaking, although he was nowhere near as proficient as Euron at it. He tried his best; he enjoyed his brother's habits and sought to make them his own, although in the end, he would deem it impossible and move on from it. His paws were still a little clumsy on the ground, each step still a little too heavy, his breathing still a little uneven. He wasn't conscious enough of the placement of each hair upon his body to ensure that nothing touched him; the brush of rounded shoulder against a dry twig went unnoticed by him, since he was too focused on keeping his feet and nose quiet to notice the susurrus of an object combing through his pelt. A keen observer would hear him well before he hunkered down behind a bush, failing to conceal the sound of his fused vertebrae popping as he crouched low.

He could only make out a handful of words spoken between the dark-dark outsider and the less-dark Aries. Ramsay strained his ears forward, unconsciously ticking the edge of one against yet another twig in the process, and narrowed his eyes to watch, but he hadn't succeeded in getting close enough. No doubt Euron would have gotten much closer, perhaps even right under their noses. Spurred on by a momentary bold belief that he could learn to be as adept as his litter mate, Ramsay chanced one step nearer, and froze when his paw neatly snapped a dry stick in two.

Ramsay is just trying to watch like his bro does, but he's not very good at sneaking, so they're welcome to / encouraged to notice him. :P If they don't end up noticing him then feel free to skip him.