Bramble Falls finally he found a way to reach the sky

Wasn't he supposed to be making their group sound appealing? Lure others into joining them? His lips tightened. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything; he wasn’t the recruiting type. He was too much of a loner for that, even if he knew that increasing their numbers was not only beneficial to the group but to him as well. Make it easier for him to disappear into the shadows and avoid being social. But, it appeared (for whatever reason), that his company seemed interested in the mountain group. Huh. Maybe he had done something right after all. My mother, he responded quickly, his yellow gaze holding steady on the older agouti, Piety. He purposely did not mention Lorcán. As far as he was concerned the tawny stranger was filling a void in his mother’s life due to the death of her mate; Cyril’s father. He didn’t care for the tawny male, nor did he intend to get to know him. Not unless his mother asked. Even then he wasn’t sure he’d comply. He wasn’t interested in having another father. He had one—a good one. Cyril did not want this Lorcán to tarnish the memory of Wraith.

It’s a good group, he added in an attempt at making the pack sound more appealing, or whatever. Most of us came from the north. That was all he was going to say on where they had come from. He wasn’t about to give the whole my dad was murdered by a stupid deer and it was my fault spiel to this stranger.

He wasn’t sure if he wasting breath on the agouti stranger or not, as he appeared to be pretty indifferent to Cyril’s information. But the sullen boy didn’t mind. He was just doing what his mother would have wanted him to do. Spread the word of their little haven and attempt to recruit others—even if he wasn’t the most friendly of faces. It was better than nothing. Even if the tawny male didn’t join them perhaps he would pass on the information to another loner and they would seek out the mountain refuge instead. It didn’t matter. At least he was doing something other than moping around and chasing strangers away. Whatever.

… who can I say sent me? Of course the stranger wanted his name. It was all strangers wanted. Information and names. His tail flicked as he shrugged, the single word rolling off his tongue with ease: Cyril. He didn’t really like sharing his name but he supposed it’d be useful if the tawny male had any intentions of venturing north, to the mountains. Hey lady, you’re son sent me here; the one with the long face! wouldn’t go over well with his mother. Y’wanna see some cool stuff now or what? He asked, almost cheekily, as he motioned for the loner to follow him. He was tired of standing around and talking.