Redtail Rise Twin Flames on a Masquerade

He embraces them, but with his own touch of brusque brotherly love; butting his head into their snout and nipping at the ear closest to him.

I should really be thanking you. He admits quietly. Elaboration was not needed—Masque was there for him and his siblings, always. His ears flick, they continue speaking.

Hm, He responds to their apology, in more of a grunt, as he lets their words sink in. 
In the past weeks he'd grown less talkative, inadvertently, but never avoided conversation. Surprisingly, he felt no pride in being proven correct.

And..?