Bramblepoint know who you are

When Rannoch's tumultuous turqouise gaze settled on his own, he didn't look away immediately. He stared down the younger Frostfur as he voiced his opinion and boasted (foolishly) that he'd take care of the issue. Something about that didn't sit right with him—as if it was solely Rannoch's responsibility to dole out punishment to the group, and not the three of them together. He didn't like the implication of this. Rose's inclusion, while nervewracking, was understable. Tryp, however, had him on edge for reasons he couldn't place and it was Rannoch's blind faith in him that gave him even more cause for concern.

But he soon found his own gaze faltering and, finally, he gave in to the urge to look away. A soft growl of frustration (and confusion) punctuated the motion. "He could be lying for all we know, but whatever. Do what you want."