He watches his brother with the mildest of interest. It cannot be helped, after all. Of all of them, perhaps his brother is the most obvious in his own disinterest and so, it interests Søgne in turn. He wathes yet he does nothing to dissuade his mother from her continuous grooming; after all, he has had to experience it just as often, particularly whenever she dared to spy a patch of dirt or a muddy footprint on his fur. He often wondered how she saw the mud behind the brown of his fur and yet, perhaps mothers and fathers have more skills than they let on. Nonetheless, he watches with the faintest of amused grins, his paws crossed as he waits to see which sister will get given the next treatment.

However, it seems Rhett is free soon enough, his golden form all to eager to escape his mother's clutches. For a moment, Søgne merely watches as he scrambles up to the outside world, issuing a yawn to commemorate the loss of entertainment. Perhaps one of his sisters will be more entertaining and yet, he cannot help but notice the way his mother's eyes linger on him for a moment too long. His ears instinctively move back in nervousness, all too certain of what is to come if he does not make his move now. It is then, with surprising speed, that he lurches up towards the mouth of the den, his mother's own amused laughter following him out as he sprawls out into the dirt and grass outside.

He does his best to compose himself, shaking the dirt off with his nose held high as he ambles away, positive his mother has chosen her next victim. He can almost certainly hear his sister complaining quietly and yet, he continues on after Rhett. Rhett is, after all, his brother and he is entirely sure that brothers get along better. They have... more in common, or something. Whatever the case, his brother is entertaining to him and so, he seeks him out, tracking his scent and pawprints along their designated borders until he finds his brother basking. Basking, however, does little to interest Søgne and yet, he settles for a moment beside his brother, allowing the warm sun to bathe him. It is... nice, he supposes, yet not entirely all that interesting.

"Are you trying to become more golden, brother? I do not think that is how fur works, you know."

He jests with a shrug, flashing a toothed grin with a raised brow. He is charming, that much is true, and yet perhaps entirely as inclined as his brother to waste whatever intellectual abilities he has. Theories, it seems, along with formulas and experiments do not interest him as much as exploration or, well, anything really.

"Why don't we find somewhere new? Mother's busy and father's probably busy making sure she's being busy correctly. We won't get found out."

There's an of challenge to his voice, his skin prickling with anticipation - please say yes! He might be willing to get this far and yet, he isn't so sure he's brave enough yet to tackle the further reaches of the pack by himself. Of course, he will never admit to such a thing. It's merely a challenge.