Turning as his name was called, Bryn sheepishly wandered back to join Rose's Uncle. He knew even before the question was asked, that he'd been rumbled. Just how, he wasn't quite sure. Seeing as he'd been a lynx as he'd sneaked to and from camp. Mind you, they probably knew everything about him anyway, so Tufty wouldn't be a surprise. 'Umm not fun as such, no. You try being a cat amongst a wolf-pack.'
He shrugged, wondering if the humour card would get him anywhere and sincerely doubting it. Roughing his hand through the tangled curls at the back of his head, he fixed a somber expression on his face and nodded at the second question. 'I do and I wouldn't normally break them. But it was the full and Jazz is my brother and I needed to make sure he was okay.'