Sheepeater Cliff i will storm the gods

i see, ridgeback says, though it is, largely, a lie. though he would, paws down, consider his littermate his favorite sibling he also wouldn't move heaven nor hell ( nor himself ) to trail after her as she pirouetted her way through life like a deadly ballerina. he especially wouldn't budge a toe for any of his older, holier-than-thou, heirs-maximus siblings. some siblings, though, clearly have a much closer bond than he and his siblings. he watches idly as she takes a bit of the big horn before he diverts his eyes, gaze methodically roaming the landscape 'round them to ensure they didn't attract any unwanted attention. no. truthfully? he's glad for it.