Bramblepoint cranky curmudgeon

The soft timbre of his sibling's voice, void of any frustrations and thus leaving Rannoch blissfully unaware, alerted him of Cypress' arrival. Turning to the shadow with shimmering aquamarine eyes, Rannoch smiled. "Yes," he answered smoothly, despite the sudden wave of unease that settled across the tender flesh of his beating heart. "Come take a seat; there's something I'd like to discuss with you, brother." He left it at that for now, waiting for his sibling to settle. 

Rannoch kept his eyes as Cypress moved to seat himself, keeping his posture tight as he observed. Instinct had worked it's wonders onto the beefy Frostfur, controlling Rannoch's every movement and interaction without a single thought towards doing so. For the most part, this had been well received, but, this wasn't to say that there hadn't been any struggles. Like everything else in his short life, Rannoch knew that battles would follow. 

"I wanted to talk to you about this place," he began, regarding the territory with a half-hearted shrug in its general direction. "I don't think that we belong here and I want to move us somewhere else-- somewhere that doesn't hurt," and somewhere where we belong-- the voice of his bleeding heart remained on the tip of his tongue, knowing this was not the time to indulge in such affections.