Lake Rodney shapeshift conductor for your spark

PPing @Rannoch with permission. He'll be joining us too! <3

True to form, Rian was not far when the summons rose upon the air and kissed his ears with the sweet song. He'd been lounging near the group—some where slumbering, others chatting, but he was quietly observing. A sentinel. But he was not a guardian, not like Cypress was. The intuitive raven was far more appropriate for the role. But Rian? He was commiting these moments to memory, and scrawling the beginning of their history onto the pages of their story. For better for worse, despite his wildly varying opinions on everything, this was happening and someone had to keep a record of it all.

He shot a glance at Rannoch across the way and conveyed their intentions in silent motions—a language the trio was beginning to embrace, as privacy was sometimes hard fought among the other members of their band. Rian rose when Rannoch approached and, together, they departed the camp in pursuit of Cypress.

It didn't take long for him to spot the swarthy form of his brother but, to his surprise, he was in the company of another. Rian twisted his ears forward as he neared, looking first to Cypress (and offering him a smile) before settling on Mato with a slightly cricked tail. Rannoch, of course, was taking a slightly more dominant stance, but neither of them gave the impression of unkindness. It was just wariness that drove Rian, but he trusted his brother and wondered if, perhaps, Cypress was recruiting this one. "Hey there," he greeted with a casual wave of his tail.