Bramblepoint know who you are

Time seemed to slow as the prey closed the distance between the looming predator. Any noise that sounded in the background was nearly unrecognizable to the wide-set man as he attempted to hone his attention from the chaos around them and towards the end goal: their catch. 

He struck when the time was right, surging forward with force once the young animal had stepped too close to where Rannoch lurked. Rian and Cypress had done an excellent job of ensuring that it did not stray from the intended path and with the ball now in his court, Rannoch had to make sure that it was brought down and killed quickly. He made sure of this as he collided into the other's side, forcing it onto its side as the eldest Frostfur brother forced his weight on the other. The goat flailed helplessly as Rannoch moved swiftly from on top of it, aiming for the delicate flesh beneath its chin. Avoiding hooves that threatened to dismount him, Rannoch made the others death swift, reaching to its neck and clamping down with force until the goat's life had been abruptly taken away. Once Rannoch was certain that it was dead, he relinquished his hold and dismounted, his bright eyes shining in the light of their victory. 

"Wonderful job," he praised them all, his eyes shifting from each face until they fell upon Tryp. "Especially you, Tryp," rumbled Rannoch, the edges of his lips tugging with fondness as he addressed the golden-haired man. "I think you've proven your worth to us," he elaborated, his attention seeking his brothers as he offered the floor to them to hear their opinions, "Do either of you have any objections?" 

Silence met the Alpha as his voice faded and he looked to his brother's expectantly in an attempt to gauge their feelings. Offered only positivity, in the form of nods, Rannoch quickly returned the gesture and turned back to the interviewee with a smile. "Tryp, we'd like to invite you to join us," said the makeshift leader. "You've proven yourself, and we'd be lucky to have you." The offer was quickly received and accepted and, to Rannoch's delight, their numbers had grown by one. 

"Now, come on, let's dig in before this gets cold," he offered, referring to the chilling corpse at their paws. The four young men would feast then, enjoying the fruits of their labor and teamwork.