Hoshor Plains follow and feel

Cypress remained a stygian sentinel at Rannoch’s left flank for the duration of the brief meeting. He, like the younger Frostfur, felt he could breathe a little easier now that they were out of the cluster of other established packs. The raven was no optimist. He couldn’t look at other packs and see future allies — all he could see, apart from Alya, was opposition. They were a threat as far as the guardian was concerned, and he felt far better with a hefty amount of distance between them. As before, Cypress dispersed from the meeting with the intention of staying awake and keeping an eye out for danger — but not before he paid homage to his brothers, nosing and mouthing at their chins in an obvious display of respect. He paused before leaving @Rian’s side, the memory of the jade-eyed male’s breakdown still fresh in his mind, and whispered so only Rian could hear, “If you get bored, let’s explore,” before he ensconced himself on a shallow outcropping of stone. He didn’t want Rian to feel alone, but he didn’t want to say, “Hey, we’re still with you,” because it sounded…well, frankly, kind of silly.