Bramblepoint know who you are

Short, clunky post.

It didn’t really bother Cypress that Tryp was a bit awkward, or that Rannoch was evidently becoming a public relations maven. The eidolon kept an eye on the pair out of habit, not altogether trusting of the stranger’s close proximity to the turquoise-eyed Frostfur — but his attention was mainly focused on Rian. His undulating growls were aurally menacing, but his eyes were crinkled with amusement as he dropped into a playful bow and scooted back a few paces to taunt his older cousin further. Shaking his head wildly, he lost his grip on the strip of hide; seconds too late, he could do nothing but watch with an embarrassed expression as it flew in a trajectory that would take it directly past Rian and toward the approaching twain. At this point, it was anybody’s guess who would claim it — the only sure thing was that it wouldn’t be Cypress.