Bramblepoint know who you are

The raven’s awkward attempt to engage his brother and the new wolf in play had fallen rather flat, so Cypress and Rian carried on the game alone, romping and gamboling while the conversation drummed on. Even then, the boys were distracted by the colloquy that was happening around and without them — and when Rannoch gave a low chuff, Cypress dropped the act and turned, touching his muzzle companionably against Rian’s shoulder with a questioning glance. His attention turned to Rannoch then, sulphureous eyes piercing and unreadable. He sensed that something was about to happen, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t going to like whatever it was. Normally he would have just let Rian do the talking, staring silently as he awaited the inevitable punchline, but this was Rannoch. Cypress’ throat worked reflexively as he drummed up a verbal prompt, trying to make it easier on his turquoise-eyed littermate.

“What is it, Noch?”

When it came to Rannoch, Rian, and Alya, he’d always try.