Bramblepoint devotion and desire

The call went up, and Rian had never found himself more thankful for a summons than now.

It didn't take him long to reach the meeting site, but when he did he took up his assumed place opposite of Cypress. His carriage was decidedly elevated, but still considerably lower than Rannoch's own commanding presence—he didn't have the energy to challenge his silver-saddled brother, nor the inclination to do so amidst the watchful gaze of the pack. Something in him was finally broken (though what, we don't know yet because Siro needs to get their ass posting), and the rebellious spirit was coming full-circle into one that was remarkably supportive of his younger companion, but almost twice as intense.

This hawkish stare was offered to the gathered youths; the wayward children. The lost boys and girls who, above else, wanted to belong just as much as Rannoch, Cypress, and Rian did. If any objections did arise, he would have no problem quelling the chaff from the loyal, but it would not bring him any joy. He hoped they would follow his argent-cloaked brother and heed his suggestion. Bramblepoint was no home for them, or any wolf; it was too dangerous, and there was hardly any game to be found. 

He rumbled a note of acknowledgement to add to the chorus, and swung his broad head around to look upon Rannoch. He wanted to scream 'dear god yes please' but instead he simply offered a quick, "No objection here."