Bramblepoint cranky curmudgeon

Rannoch had always looked up to Scimitar, knowing that it was in their father's paw steps that he wanted to follow. Through the series of unfortunate events that had marked his childhood, Rannoch had been tossed about to every stretch of the territory's map, making it difficult for him to find his footing in his goals in aspiration. Now that he was back in the Teekons, Rannoch saw this as an opportunity to reestablish his ambitions. 

He felt a flutter in his heart at Cypress' mind unraveled to reveal his thinking about everything that had ensued. Rannoch was thankful for this and to show his appreciation, he drew his tongue over his sibling's raven-tinted crown once Cypress had pulled from his chin. His affections paused momentarily at the mention of Rian and Rannoch eyes grew hard at the thought. Though Rian was a valuable member of their troupe, there was something within him that felt threatened by his jade-eyed relative. Dominance had caused the pair to butt heads, but Rannoch hoped that he could find a way to silence these struggles for the sake and betterment of the pack."It is what I want, Cy," he admitted after a pause, breaking his formal facade for their sake of their conversing. "I've never wanted anything more in my life, and I think we've both somehow known what was going to happen." He blinked, his mentality shifting to hit each point that Cypress had brought up. He would not bring up the matter with Rian, knowing it was a matter to settle between his cousin and himself. 

"We'll journey North," he decided suddenly, jumping to the next topic eagerly. "We'll scout the lands, separate in our searches." Though the idea of how they would go about looking for their new home had been conceived a few days prior, this had been the first time that he had voiced it. "But at night we'll sleep in a common area." The light of that thought faded as he concluded on the point about the newest members. Drawing his snout to Cypress' cheek, Rannoch nudged his sibling. "I understand," he said, withdrawing from the silky fur. "But they're all good wolves," at least from what Rannoch had seen, "and they have all skills that can help us survive." They had been lucky in their findings, but, Rannoch could understand where the discomfort was coming from.