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Rian lets out a breath and, with it, a nervous chuckle as Rannoch mentions dinner. He's instantly relieved that this little tussle has no lasting effects on their love for one another, and that food is far more important than discussing what just transpired. The O'Malley yearling is happy to accept his place now that the limits of Rannoch's patience and merit has been thoroughly tested. When Cypress bumps his nose into his own, the familiar gesture loosens the remaining tension in Rian's shoulders and he rumbles a note of contentment. All is well, all is well.

The thought of food is definitely pressing, and his stomach gurgles a bit now that he pays it a bit of attention. He snorts at Cypress' quip and reaches out to bite lazily at his younger brother's tail as it passes his nose with a grunt, "Yeah, I'm sure you're starved. Being the peanut gallery is hard work." He teased. Rian flicks an ear around and follows it up to Rannoch, who's chest he brushes up against as he passes beneath the taller wolf's elevated head to stand on his other side facing Cypress.