Northstar Vale i've delivered us to where we are

Thus forgiven, Cypress retreated to his natural place on the outskirts, taking solace in the shadows where he was free from prying eyes — but not before he respectfully approached his bristling littermate. Commands had been given, and the raven stretched up to lick respectfully at the underside of Rannoch’s muzzle, nibbling affectionately at one white-tufted cheek before dropping back and taking up a place beside Rian in the back of the group. “Naw, Rian. It was you all along,” he whispered back, perplexed by the jade-eyed beta’s gratitude. “You did it all yourself.” He leaned a little unsteadily toward the newest Frostfur, crown brushing lightly against one chocolate-furred shoulder, then fell into step beside him.