Meadowlark Prairie Broad-Shouldered Beasts

Nathaniel snickered when a vague impression of a smirk crossed Sebastian's face and he quipped about how their father was getting pretty old now. "Be surprised if he wasn't. Must be a grumpy old bastard now; more than he was before," he commented with a straight face, his impassive countenance betraying none of the hilarity or amusement he felt about his own comment. He controlled himself though, maintaining his intimidating impression and swiveled his ears forward, listening attentively to what his younger brother had to say about his hunt for father.

"Sounds fun to me," the tip of his lip quirked upward in a crooked smirk although his pale blue eyes remained as indifferent and unfathomable as ever. "Oh, little brother..." Nat said softly when Seb said he wasn't really up for facing a brotherhood of assassins and spies but he didn't say anything else, learning long ago to filter his words around his more 'moral' brother. However, when Seb told him that the two of them talked and that Burke had thanked him about killing Darius, a genuine smile spread over his features, for a brief few seconds. "See? Told ya," Nat said, amused, and proud, in a smug tone.

"So now you're with their gang?" the chestnut agouti shifted his weight between his paws, and relaxed his previously tensed muscles, tilting his proud crown slightly as he fixed his eyes on his brother.