The Sunspire I should be wiser.

Rannoch's attention had been easily obtained. He had distanced himself from the rest of that pack with the intention of reflecting on the events of the day. Although his grief still lingered, a weight had lifted off of his shoulders after he had talked with Liffey. 

Rannoch turned towards the source of the noise, and his body language straightened as he realized it was Titmouse who had caught his attention. "Screech," Rannoch greeted, using the name that the yearling had picked for himself, "Do you have time to talk?"

He regarded the other wolf with glassy eyes— evidence of the tears he had previously shed— and a faint smile. Rannoch wanted to right his wrongs, and hopefully, this conversation would allow for them to discuss what had happened.