Sheepeater Cliff we made our homes in different places

Titmouse— he was alive.

Rannoch froze at the sound of his former ward's voice, and for a moment he was convinced that the call was a figment of his imagination. Rannoch sought his wife to validate that it was all inside his mind. Liffey's expression told him otherwise, and Rannoch felt as though his stomach was going to fall out of his butt. A silent agreement fell between the married couple, and they sprung into action. Rannoch raced alongside Liffey, determined to locate Titmouse as quickly as they could. He couldn't help but throw his head back and bay—we're coming for you, Titmouse! 

Sheepeater Cliffs was a territory that Rannoch was familiar with; memories of his adventure with the future of Northstar Vale flooded through him, and he couldn't help but feel all the more sentimental. Although the earth was covered with a fresh blanket of snow, Rannoch stepped gingerly through the territory. 

When Titmouse's figure materialized in the distance, Rannoch wheezed a soft whine. The sight of the other wolf was enough to motivate him to pick up the pace, and Rannoch broke into an uphill gallop for the home stretch. His tail whipped happily at his hocks, whimpers feel freely from his slacked jaw, and when Rannoch was close enough, he thrust his head forward to embrace the wolf that he had been convinced that he'd never see again.