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Rannoch’s guttural growl spurred Cypress into motion; he arrived on the scene just in time to hear his gunmetal littermate begin a terse interrogation. His own eldritch hackles lifted as he took his place at Rannoch’s left, flanking the turquoise-eyed wolf slightly to peer obliquely up at the cocoa-furred male with a typically sinister mien. Something tugged at the eidolon — a recent memory — and he waited patiently, patently untroubled, for it to reveal itself. When it did, a single word — a name — spilled from his lips in a sibilant hiss. “Pyro…” he guessed, looking up at his silvern brother for confirmation as he recalled Tryp’s description: “he has a warm brown coat with the same dotted eyebrows and eyes as me.” This fellow certainly had the dotted eyebrows, though Cypress couldn’t remember now the color of the awkward ranger’s eyes.