The Heartwood this little bluebird came looking for you.

Liffey's advice was met with a playful toss of his shoulders. "It could be," ventured Rannoch foolishly with a grin. There was no reason for him not to trust Liffey and as such, he found himself vulnerable. Though he would do his best to keeping himself in check, Rannoch knew that he would always be willing to accept what Liffey offered at face value, even if it did sound outlandish. This was one of the many side effects that she had on him, but with his position amongst the gang, this was the most glaring of them all. 

It was as he contemplated her words that Liffey met the crossroads of the trail. It was in mid-thought that her actions distracted him and soon enough he found himself entirely distracted from what he had been mulling over just moments before. His eyes grew soft, and his heart thrummed with the affection that he felt for her. Everything that she was captivating for Rannoch, he could almost never seem to take his eyes or attention off of her when she was around. Of course, there were the exceptions to this, but this interaction thankfully stayed between the two of them. 

Taking a  step closer to her, Rannoch lowered his muzzle to sniff at the tangle of the beaver's navigation, finding himself all the more confused, too. "It is," he agreed with a wag of his tail, lifting his eyes to her as he debated their next step. Though the roadblock was evident, Rannoch knew that beavers often gravitated towards the water. "Maybe we can head towards the river and see if it somehow went back?" He suggested, lifting his head once more.