Neverwinter Forest in the unknown

Rian ducked his head away from her retaliation, narrowly avoiding the bite of her teeth on the tender flesh of his ear. He danced away and stooped into a bow, paws outstretched, and smacked the ground to goad her further. But he was stopped by the arrival of Szabala and his cousin—the shadow called Cypress. The O'Malley boy swung his square-set dome around to each figure in turn, faintly wondering where Dublin was, and if he, too, would make an appearance.

The presence of Cypress reminded him of their conversation and he suddenly felt very ill-at-ease between his sisters. He hadn't brought up his thoughts with anyone but Cypress, and kept them conveniently tucked away into the darker recesses of his heart. They couldn't know; not until he knew they were willing to put almost everything they had on the line for the chance at something greater than what Neverwinter could offer them. Rian looked across the distance to the raven boy and, briefly, pressed his lips together before they parted in a warm smile. 

Eimear drew his attention and he plodded over to stand beside her once more. "Kjalarr showed me the hot springs to the northwest during the blizzard..." Rian supplied helpfully while motioning in the proper direction. "They might be more accessible now?"