Drooping Willows imagine leaving all your air behind

we'll need 2 more posts if we wanna claim skill LP! @Sven @Ravenna

No.

He couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. The ebony youth knew that the relationship between their mother and the pale male was nonexistent. He did not know what had happened between them and he did not want to know. It was none of his business; he was not going to poke his nose where it did not belong. If his mother wanted to disclose what had happened to her relationship (or lack thereof) with her eldest son she could initiate that conversation. Cyril was not interested.

He nodded slowly, out of respect, his ears falling back against his crown. Good terms. Cyril could work with that and he was sure that his mother would accept their response. The youth hoped he would have better luck with the wolves of the Scowle but good terms with the Ridge wolves would suffice. His attention turned to Ravenna as she spoke, commenting more on the distance that separated the two packs. He appreciated the kindness that they had extended toward him and that they were willing to house him during his trips to the south. Cyril would not forget that. Thank you, he hummed in response, his nose dipping once more. Good terms will work for the Tarn, and know that I will always be of help to you if you need it. He offered them a small smile before following them into the willows, his tail twitching with excitement at the thought of seeing Adeltra.

As expected, @Ravenna had his back on the matter, even giving more reason to back up the decision than Sven's simple I don't like that woman. Indeed, it was wonderful to be on good terms with as many packs as possible, but both history and location gave little reason to go any further than that. Regardless, Cyril seemed to take the news well enough. Much like Adeltra, in fact, he displayed a maturity one wouldn't expect from a wolf his age.

At least Piety had done something right.

"You can meet your new relatives too, if you'd like," he went on as they walked amongst the willows, disappearing from view of the outside world.

Last post from me and were LP official.

Pushing into the borders of her life-long home, she would pull forward in order to keep in front of the pair, allowing the two brothers, however distant they were, spare a few moments together. Sven spoke of meeting his newest relatives which sported a smile over Ravenna's features, holding back the snicker. Be it as it may, Sven wouldn't have allowed just any wolf not of his pack not only cross freely into his territory but yet to also invite him to see his newest and only litter of pups. Cyril seeing his little niece and nephew was a gift and unspoken kind gesture from his older brother Ravenna could only hope he would understand and appreciate. Pausing to turn back to the pair of wolves, one black and one white, she dipped her head and turned off onto her own path.

[EXIT.]