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The rigid bridge of Cypress' muzzle brushed upon his underside, and it was as the affection was delivered that Rannoch chuffed in acknowledgment. Turquoise flickered happily, meeting the electric of his sibling's eyes kindly in their short exchange. Once Cypress had drawn away, Rannoch found himself focusing on the stranger. Information of who the wolf before them was came by way of Cypress' telling, and Rannoch's gaze lingered on the star-streaked wolf before them. Like Rian, Rannoch appreciated the craft in which the apple-eyed stargazer practiced. Though he knew Liffey was a Naturalist, he had not brought her up to his siblings yet. 

"I have a friend from Redhawk Caldera who was interested in joining the pack and being a Naturalist talk to me a few days back," he said, regarding the others of his pack with a quick glance, as if promising silently that he would explain at a later time. "But, currently, we do not have any within our ranks and know that Rose would appreciate any help," his gaze returned to Mato, and he smiled. He trusted Cypress and as a principle felt favorably towards the wolf before them. Despite his wanting to control the conversation, Rannoch fell silent, waiting to hear what would come to light with both his and Rian's feedback given.