Bramblepoint know who you are

There was a sincerity in the handsome boy's reply, and Rannoch smiled, his tail giving a wag as he bobbed his head in response, as if saying: of course, you're welcome. By nature, Rannoch had always had a sunnier disposition than his brother, and somehow, despite the hardships that had been encountered, Rannoch still carried his positive outlook on life, despite the occasional storminess of his self pity that often temporarily darkened his views. 

Tryp went on to explain his intentions, and Rannoch perked at his mention of being a hunter. Rian, Cypress, Rose, or himself were not the most gifted in this craft, and he knew that it would be more than helpful to have somebody like this on their side. Though Rannoch could speak to his hunting abilities, he was aware that he was lacking. The question came back to him, and Rannoch contemplated his answer for a moment, pausing with pursed lips, as he debated. "Well, I think we will want to make our pack," he answered honestly, stealing a glance at his siblings before turning his attention back to Tryp. "We've all had some hardships in our lives, and we want to make a place for our own, you know?" He smiled, his gaze trailing to his paws. A moment later, his attention was back on the golden boy, curiousness spreading as a question came to mind. 

"What do you usually hunt?" he asked, bringing his tongue over his chops at the thought of a freshly-killed meal.