Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Keelut. Half his attention was on the gathering, learning and listening in silence, though a sudden weight atop him and a familiar pale pelt had him crack a rare smile and give a small chuff to his favourite sibling, and the only one that he actually liked. Thus he did not contest the way his brother used him as a cushion, pleased, in a way, that his brother had chosen him to rest upon as well. No other would he tolerate as he did Keelut, and it showed plainly now, as he shifted slightly but did not dislodge his brother, prodding him playfully with a paw as he chose to nibble upon his ear, making listening certainly more difficult but not impossible. 

He he was still, though his gaze flitted to the purple-eyed one that had been summoned to speak, not sparing a glance at either of his other siblings save for Keelut, and was silent.