Grouse Thicket They want to be loved by you

Helping a packmate back up over a cliff. His expression changed, lips pulling into a frown. What kind of pack had Niamh gotten herself into? If her packmates were going flying over cliffs, and she was fighting off cougars- it didn't sound like the safest place for her to be living. If anything, it sounded more like she'd signed up for somemiserable kind of circus that constantly put her or the other packmates in danger. "Sis..." He said softly, but knew she wouldn't want to be lectured. All he wanted, though, was for her to be safe. Not so deep down inside- though he loved tormenting his siblings- he did care for them. 

She asked him a question and while he wasn't really ready to give up on telling her she ought to be safer, he shrugged one lissome shoulder. "Haven't made up my mind yet. If you insist on cavorting with danger, though," He said, tone deepening again, "I may have to." He said.