Flayer had taken a bite of some leftover carcass at Vechnyy's den-front. After that he remained within sight of at least one Vechnyy member. There seemed to be many changes he needed to catch up on. First and most obviously, the migration. It seemed Vechnyy had found and moved to a new den. Would this be permanent or only temporary? That was one of the things he needed to inquire. Next was the fact that the cat had insinuated the loss of the Tsar... only Drakov, or both? Ramsay had been taken out of the loop for too long... what had happened? Who now ruled? Well, Ramsay would soon find out, as his absence was to be addressed by the Tsar, and he awaited the judgment as a true child of Vechnyy would. Remaining brave and stoic, ready to accept whatever may come his way in order for him to repent. The boy swallowed at the thoughts of what that may actually be, and was reminded of the thing wrapped snugly around his slender adolescent neck.
Coltin kept himself mostly to the darker corners of Vechnyy's property. Overseeing the training without formally inducting himself into the activities, learning while on the job, as well as checking up on those whom required assistance. His rounds about the territory boundary had been enacted, and all that was really left was to skulk about, grab a bite to eat, and otherwise make a nuisance of himself at any given opportunity. Ramsay was one such opportunity, sitting mostly alone and awaiting judgement. So stood to reason that it'd be enjoyable to futz with the guy while he just sat there. Hell, perhaps he could use some excitement, someone to talk to? Why the hell not. So on as silent as steps he could make, Colt would climb atop the den and position himself above Ram, should he not move, and get into striking distance. It was hard not to twitter aloud his enjoyment of the faux hunt, even if it would lead to a far better result. Had he timed it all right he'd jump forward with a playful mrowl. "Boo," In relation to his actions, voice couldn't have been more chill. Should it have all worked, Colt would land on Ramsay only to bounce off him, spinning around and dropping into a playbow with bum wiggling in the air. See? He could remember the important stuff, like what it means to be too cute to be hated!.... probably not. Your kitten phase should have been long over there, Colty.
The yard seemed quiet. At least, there seemed none yet present that would take the matter of his return and repenting in hand. Yet still Ramsay remained, patiently waiting. The boy was barely even a year, and he had already seen more of the world many wolves three times his age could only dream of - and being barely a year old he still had much to learn. He especially wasn't experienced in hearing feline paw falls, and thus the big cat was complwtely successful in his ambush. Ramsay was taken completely by surprise and, just like a spooked cat himself, he almost jumped out of his skin! The lanky adolescent readied a defensively aggressive posture as soon as was possible after collecting his instinctively flailing limbs and faced the attacker, but as soon as he realised it was the hook-clawed feline he straightened up and swallowed. "God damn cat," he muttered under his breath before settling back into a seated position - rather oblivious of what the thing wanted with the whole... butt-waggling posture. What even was that? Hmph. He paused a moment, glancing around before looking back to Coltin. "I bet you know more about my own birthpack than me these days, and you're a god damn fuckin' cat..." he scoffed a laugh at that notion, mainly in self-disbelief and disappointment. "Am I right in thinking I heard mention of the Tsars' passing, then?" Expression and body remained neutral, but ready to dodge or fight if need be. Ears were lifted with interested curiosity and eyes were bright and attentive, however.
It was a relatively quiet day. It was not normal, and as such she scoured the outskirts of the pack's territory. She folded her haunches with a shift of weight and projected a stream of urine from her bladder. This continued a succession of times until she felt as though no stranger could walk in full of aware to the overwhelming rank. Returning home, she clambered to the tip-top, her glassy eyes wide on the scene before her: the big puddycat ambushing one of her children with a startling pounce. Her scarred lip raised to accent the amusement bubbling the burly woman's countenance, smoothly slipping into its default expression. EHEM. " You are indeed correct," she'd chimed in, no invitation necessary. " Drak was to pass any moment." Though at the worst of times, to be honest, and when Cinn was with children. Nida caught the symptoms- a mother knows. Gaze raked over the feline for but a moment, wondering. She remarked, " what a hell of a way to say hello."
Colt would smile slowly as his plan worked out, to anyone who'd care to judge. Brilliantly. He contemplated which half of the freakout he enjoyed more, the jump or the flails. Perhaps... both, equally? Yeah that sounded about right. The kid's less than flattering murmurs weren't all caught by the feline, but of what he did hear, made him chuckle. Ain't I a stinkah? Muse would be driven toward deciding to remain perched above the lad, or jumping down to sit with him. The former was more cat-like, a silent salute to I'm-totes-better-than-you ploy. But the latter was more rubbing salt in the open wound, something that tickled Coltin's funny-bone just enough to come to his conclusion. Hopping from his perch he'd alight onto the ground with nary a sound, situation himself across from Ramsay with a inquisitive stare. He hadn't expected the unsystematic remark, noting it's bitter and self deprecating tone. Earlier merriment slackened, and the young jaguar would cock a brow at the wolf, his gaze wilting. "I doubt the validity of this clearly emotional-based opine, but I'll save you the trouble and put it into perspective; As long as you don't die, you have the rest of your life to correct this mishap. Pretty sure lamenting about it will only keep you in place." Nida's approach was noted, a growling chuff relayed in her direction as a form of greeting. When she spoke up, kitty would cackle shortly before reverting to his previous lax stance. "Sticks with you though, does it not? You want to make a proper impression." Because scaring someone half to death is the impression you want to imprint on others... GO PICK SOME FLOWERS COLT.
Bright emberflame eyes remained trained on the jesting feline, failing to crack even the most minute of smiles. He wasn't in much of a joking mood. Not that he was ever... "You're right but I already know this. I will work to regain and gain even more in standing, even if it kills me. I live for Vechnyy." Oh, well done Ramsay, such a moving speech... for a soul devoid of pretty much all emotion. He was driven by instinct, and instinct told him to work hard to play his part in the family and in return obtain fitness. However it was a long way for that. The arrival of mother was acknowledged with nothing more than a swift nod and an aversion of his eyes this time. He was quick to learn, and now knew his mother's affections were also to be earned all over again. "So now who leads the family?"