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I dun fucked up the post order, but Chan and I are cool. Sorry guys!

Only when he wagged it did Rian notice the boy lacked most of his tail—an unfortunate stump was all that remained from whatever accident took the rest. He blinked. It was also  worth noting that he seemed somewhat... nervous, maybe? But Rian was, too, so he couldn't fault him for it. Still, something was off. But Cypress joined them before he could say anything about it, or even give his own name. Rian looked back to his companion with surprise, and noted that he now carried whatever remained of the pelt in his mouth. 

He shot a look to Rannoch, then back to the unfamiliar boy—Tryp. "I'm Rian," he replied, trailing off and allowing the other two to chime in if they desired. Suddenly, a commotion behind him drew his attention to Cypress again and he watched as the raven-cloaked wolf began to make a game of tossing and ravaging the pelt betwixt his jaws. An invitation was extended, first, to Rian, and then the other two in turn. 

Rian's ear flicked nervously, and he sucked in a breath, wondering just what Cypress' play was here or if it simply was just... well, play. He decided not to dwell on it and stole a few staggered steps towards his cousin, eyes locked on the pelt that now taunted him.