Bramblepoint know who you are

As Rannoch veered off their current course, Rian found himself turning to follow and even motioned for Cypress to do the same. He harbored no desire to stray too far from his cousins, despite being a bit older and possibly more equipped for the task. But, like Rannoch, he did occasionally scout ahead or range in search of food to bring back to their campsites—so far the jobs were fairly evenly dispersed among them, and Rian felt no need to squabble about his own lot in the pecking order. It was a middling, non-demanding affair, and he prefered to keep it that way.

The burly yearling followed his nose through the thicket of brambles to an interesting, frostbitten pile, of fur and bone. Time had stripped it of any reasonable characteristics, though he was able to discern that the body was once a rabbit of some kind. There was nothing left to scavenge from it, but it was interesting nonetheless. If Cypress had followed him instead of Rannoch, he might have motioned to it with a quirk of his brow, but otherwise remained mum on whatever thoughts he had. 

However, when Rannoch's voice cut through the flowering woodland, Rian's own ears shot up, followed shortly by his head as he peered over the thorny underbrush. His heart thumped anxiously, and his throat constricted a bit, but he would not be cowed so easily. Rian shouldered through the tangle and came to rest a few yards from the conversation, eyes fixated on the large, and unfamiliar, tawny teenager.