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Allure — “Wooah” in Cypress’ burgeoning vocabulary — nosed gently at the pudgy little raven’s fluffy body and he giggled protest, ticklish and vulnerable and soft at this fledgling stage of life. Automatically he skittered back as she shifted her stance, her tail lashing the air as her forepaws bowed in eloquent invitation. He knew what this meant, but the word-cue spurred the stygian-winged boy’s excitement as it had Rannoch’s. “Iss! Pay!” he chirped, bouncing exuberantly from side to side as he watched the dandelion fluff boy charge in, aiming for the girl’s ear with his fangs bared. Instinct told Cypress that he couldn’t let his brother go up against the “enemy” alone — he was a pack-oriented creature by nature, but barring that, he was incredibly protective of his littermate. While Rannoch went for the ear, Cypress dove low and slightly to the side, his head tilting to the side as he aimed to tattoo her foreleg with his teeth.