Bramblepoint know who you are

Rian was quiet as Rannoch led them back to the boy, and told him what their stipulation was. He stole a few looks at the stubby-tailed yearling and fought the frown that threatened to tug at his lips. His dissatisfaction still wasn't entirely quieted by the ultimatum, but he was somewhat curious to see if Tryp could walk-the-walk and talk-the-talk. The O'Malley boy wasn't a prodigy by any stretch, but he knew his way around a trail, and how to herd quarry into a deadly trap. He was a flanker, by all rights. Bulky, with a ton of stamina, but only quick in short bursts. 

So when Tryp agreed, Rian smirked at the show of enthusiasm and waved his cricked tail. "Maybe not a deer. Don't wanna risk injury right now. Anything else is probably fair game." He added before heading off to the far left of the group.