Lake Rodney they'll never win you back

It was obvious Titmouse wasn't taking him seriously and seemed to still hold allegiance - even a degree of respect - for the man, which drove Redshank even more mad. His dubious look was not missed, and the darker boy turned his head defiantly, unable to look his friend in the eye. Skin him alive. He snorted. Though large in stature, the former Alpha was man of words, not teeth. He wasn't sure if Rannoch even had any experience in a real fight. He was soft...and that quality was one Redshank could exploit in time.

Titmouse's deal was one the Cairn was doubtful of, but still, he nodded in agreement. As much as he hated to admit, he spoke the truth. Redshank had no idea where Rannoch was, if he was even still alive. And when - or if - he did eventually come across him, would he even be able to follow through with his plans? "I can still try..." he mumbled quietly, staring down at the ground in partial defeat. At his jostle, the boy immediately whipped around to snap once again at his friend.

"...Try and kick your ass!" he shouted as an afterthought, following through the movement with a playful lunge, aiming to throw his body weight into the other boy.