The brown mottled youth didn't even know what to make of the scene unfolding before him, but he was thankful that at least he was no longer the center of the crimson eyed woman's attention. Slowly he had risen from his cowering, but ears remained folded as his blue eyes traveled from one coyote to the other. Cypress was still nervous, unsure of what the end result of all these posturing would mean for him in the end. He certainly wasn't expecting any favors from his eldest half brother. It was not as if there had been a warm welcome of any sort for him in the first place.
Now sitting, Cypress watched the two feeling uncomfortable in the situation, he wonder if maybe he should just take his leave while the opportunity was available but he did not. Instead he watched silently as he wondered what relation there was between the two. There was something in they way they spoke, perhaps more in their bodies than their words that told of some history, some tension between the two and Cypress felt there was more to this little dance the scene Ezekiel had come across.
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