Bramblepoint know who you are

Cypress had little to add to the conversation now that his suggestion had been evaluated and Tryp would soon be evaluated. He wasn’t inclined to trust strangers anymore than he was inclined to trust himself — but he trusted Rannoch. He trusted Rian. If they wanted the snub-tailed, silver-saddled youth to tag along, Cypress would accept him and include him as they bade him. “Good idea,” he said, grinning toothily. He had been the one to suggest a test, but he hadn’t really thought through how the test was going to work. Rannoch and Rian filled in the blanks for him, and he settled back, a little easier in his posture now, his tail waving almost eagerly behind him.