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-chews on-
Bran is by Kiri!
Dark brown ears flashed back and forth as the meaty flavour of his cousins voice hit him, amiable words that made his snort softly. In a way, Saul's worlds revealed very little about what had actually happened to them since their last encounter. Bran may not have been as observant as his brother, but it was hard to miss the way the grey males body turned towards the black and brown female now identified as Lilin, the cousin Saul had been looking for. He also didn't miss the way Lilin stayed close to Saul as well, and it was clear that whatever it was going on between the two of them it was something that neither of them were fully aware of. The soft smirk on his lips was quickly hidden- it would not do any of them any favours to point out the glaringly obvious, especially if neither of them had acknowledged what was happening. Niernan chose to answer and Bran nodded softly in agreement. Aside from a few interactions here and there, they hadn't seen, or done much since their last encounter.
Haven't really had much direction He agreed. In his mind, he felt a little excited about this coming arrangement. Saul might be an unknown force at the moment, someone they didn't know fully but trusted well enough. Bran had never felt like he didn't belong anywhere, mostly because all he needed to make somewhere feel like home was his brother. And since Niernan wasn't leaving any time soon and therefore Bran felt at home wherever they were. Still, he couldnt agree more than there was some times where he felt an overwhelming loneliness- growing up in the Solbjorg valley surrounded by family and now that it was just the two of them, he missed the sense of comfortable crowding when the pack go together. The Valley was so far away that there wasn't really an option of popping back to check on everyone. The opportunity to surround himself with more Stormbringers, and Stormbringers who had never been to the Valley, was something that he couldn't pass up on.
We're here as long as you want us. He chuckled, noticing Teme's reaction and smiling cheekily at his 'nephew'. He could see them getting in to some trouble in the coming weeks, with the added bonus of getting Saul to shout at them. He didn't seem like the type to shout, that was for certain. Mischief shining in his eyes, Bran allowed inner planning and plotting to take over as the group exchanged a few more words before they moved forward and into the Stormbringer clan area.
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