Bramblepoint devotion and desire

[parks Cypress here]

The raven kept his own posture sword-straight, the flag of his tail and carriage of his head at a respectful level below his brothers’, but his sulphureous stare was imperious and the set of his shoulders decidedly stiff. While he had no intentions of ever challenging either of them, he expected a certain level of respect from the wolves who had joined their ranks more recently. His support of Rannoch was evident in the way he brushed the side of his muzzle lightly against the what he could reach of his littermate’s hock, but he voiced it verbally as well, just in case there were any doubts: “I’ve no objections,” he murmured quietly.