Moonspear Let the shiver of it sting you

Rannoch could feel his confidence falter as Gannet voiced the very concerns he had felt; the comment had struck the Delta's Achilles Heel. Rannoch looked away quickly, unable to hide the sheen in his eyes that gave away his remorse. "I just do," he replied, his voice quiet as he focused his gaze on a random spot on the floor. "I can't imagine him, of all wolves, being dead— it breaks my heart. And maybe, just maybe... he'll come back someday." He temporarily stewed in his sadness, unable to face the reality of the situation just yet. 

At the mentioned to Titmouse, Rannoch perked to attention and regarded his companion curiously. "I took care of Titmouse for a time. He was a member of my pack." Ever since hearing of what the yearling had been accused of, Rannoch had thought of him often. "Between you and I, I don't think he was capable of such a heinous crime. It just doesn't make sense to me."