Bramblepoint know who you are

Powerplaying @Rian per Siro’s wishes. ♥

“Notice me, Sempai!” Cypress practically begged his jade-eyed brother

At Rian’s urging, Cypress fanned out and slightly to the side to approach the young goat at an angle. The shy ungulate was cornered on all side by the young, hungry wolves. Rian was a wonder, his stocky frame leaping into action the moment Tryp set things into motion, and Cypress followed suit almost immediately thereafter. The irritation he’d nursed at being ignored faded with a rush of adrenaline so heady he began to pant in exhilaration long before he was actually winded. The goat stutter-stepped as he was faced by the two darker wolves, one chocolate-and-espresso, one silver-dusted black, and tried to shoot off to the side — directly toward Rannoch, just as Tryp had hoped. Cypress shot a wicked, triumphant half-grin toward the O’Malley complete with worshipful, heart-shaped eyes and howled raucously to rattle the goat some more.