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The sound of a scuffle pulled Cypress from his sleeping place, a sizeable distance away from the other young wolves who’d joined the trio. Sulphureous eyes glinted fiercely in the darkness as he trailed Rannoch and Rian’s scents, and when he arrived on the scene he wasn’t particularly surprised — for weeks now, his cousin and brother had been testing one another’s mettle in a thousand small ways. Leadership of the tribe came naturally to both the O’Malley boy and the younger Frostfur. Perhaps in some ways, it came naturally to Cypress, too. He’d practically been groomed for it, after all. He lacked the ambition, though, and that’s probably part of why he paused in the underbrush to watch the torrential clash of bodies as his brothers launched into physical combat. They were his family — his life — but this wasn’t his fight.