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Briar didn't think she had any real reason to doubt, but nonetheless, she went to find Calyx. Her brother.... well, he was the least predictable, she thought. Cedar was easier to anticipate, to manipulate. He was a big dumb brute and he just wanted to fight and fuck and be important! The crimson king had never been too difficult. But Calyx? He followed no whims but his own and those you managed to get to stick in his head! The big-fucking-rock was easy enough to drive in there, and he kept his paws returning to the correct place. For a while, that was enough. Her strange little poisoner, home with her and Cedar where he belonged.

But he'd lost one of their recruits! She'd remained no more than grumbling about it thusfar, but that Aisling still hadn't returned with her whelps was beginning to irritate Briar. She'd leave him the chance to fix it himself, because if she had to do it, she wondered if it wouldn't be more of a .... forced adoption, potentially of orphans.

And she didn't want to be bothered.

So the mad march hare put her nose to the earth and sought out the cheshire with a wuff. They'd speak of his future tonight, though she'd be surprised if he actually even knew what sort of life he wanted ahead of him. Probably just more of his weirdness, she thought.