Northstar Vale bottomless vales and boundless floods

It didn’t take long for Cypress to intercept Rannoch just as he’d hoped, and when he caught sight of the burly grayscale figure in the near distance he picked up his pace to an easy trot. “Noch,” he called out softly, checking the turquoise-eyed alpha’s shadow for the telltale signs of his entourage. An eager half-grin found its way to the raven’s lips when he saw that his brother was alone, and he didn’t hesitate in his approach. Ducking his head just slightly to butt the crown of his head against the underside of Rannoch’s jaw in affection as much as respect, “Hey,” he said simply. “You doing okay?” Cypress couldn’t be sure — Rannoch was quite adept at masking his emotions — but he had a feeling there was something on his mind.