His solitude, it would seem, is destined to be destroyed, emerald eyes narrowing slightly at the appearance of his brother. When Sogne settles easily beside him however, Rhett finds himself more tolerable of the other boy, willing to permit his presence for now as his head falls back atop his paws and he fully embraces the heat of the sun’s rays. His siblings words see one earthen ear flick towards him lazily- capturing his siblings speech though his features remain neutral, almost devoid of any real emotion as he simply intakes his siblings attempt at sarcasm with little more then a quirk of his lip- offering some vague and fleeting indication of humour all the same.

“No. I don’t believe it does.”

He is a guarded creature, at even such a young age, rarely given to offer words unless he finds a need for them and yet, as a whole, he finds himself content with Sogne all the same- often preferring his brother to his other siblings if only because Sogne did not seem to possess a need to express every emotion he felt in the manner the overly-loud Isa seemed to do (in Rhett’s opinion anyway).His siblings suggestion of somewhere new however, seems to hold the boys attention, emerald eyes lifted once more to return to his darker siblings own, ears folded back slightly in wariness at the challenging tone offered towards him. He knows they are not supposed to stray further then the little grassy hill, at least not yet, the mountains filled with uneven ground, loos rocks and steeps descents- or so he is told, having never managed to see such things for himself as of yet. His own curiosity however, is significantly ignited by such a proposal, his own mind curious of the land he had been born to and yet whether or not that justified a personal expedition remained to be seen. A simper of sorts manages to dance almost teasingly across his lip, tail flicked loosely as he regards his companion once more.

“You would not be afraid to go alone would you brother?”

He chuckles all the same, a high-pitched, squeaking sound still a number of years away from holding any real masculinity to it as he lifts himself upward to his paws all the same, eyeing the land around them before gesturing loosely towards a more well-worn trail their parents have used a number of times to approach and leave the den site.

“We’ll go that way.”

He offers the words with assurance, hardly expecting that Sogne might argue with him on that matter, a single paw lifted to carry him forward when their conversation is interrupted by Isa’s sudden appearance in her usual abrupt manner as Rhett manages a roll of his eyes. He enjoys all his siblings, that cannot be denied, his love for Isa no less then his love for his brother and yet he prefers his male sibling if only because, well, he is male and that is a shared experience of sorts. On this adventure however- he had no desire to take their sister, pivoting to face her now as her tails spins in utter excitement.

“Isa! Hush.”

He commands, eyes narrowing upon her the way he has seen mother do when she gives any of them the ‘look’, attempting to mimic it now, waiting until she falls quiet before he cats a look towards his brother and returns those deep emerald eyes to his sister.

“Nobody found out anything, Isa, we were just talking about how we didn’t want Mother to find out she missed spots on us when she was grooming us.”

The lie rolls smoothly from his lips, as soft and sweet as milk before his lips pull back into an easy grin once more as he regards his sister now, strolling easily towards her.

“Since your here though, why don’t we play a game? Sogne and I were just going to. You go back into the den entrance and close your eyes and count and we’ll hide around here somewhere and you can find us?”

He had no intention of hiding anywhere near here, in fact, he had every intention of ditching his sister like any brother surely does- leaving her to count while he and Sogne snuck off.
“Go on then Isa, go and count.”

His words are sweet as honey, so soft and playful- why wouldn’t she believe him?