Redhawk Caldera Which someone must sail

Liffey was at first oblivious to Gannet's excitement as she flapped her paws in the air. It wasn't until she had rolled back onto all fours with his help and given herself a good, hearty shake that she really noticed him again. Her head tilted as she gazed at him, even as she leaned into his touch and grasped for his words of congratulations. She felt as though a bucket of icy water had been dumped upon her when finally she recognized his now obvious happiness for her, and she smiled demurely at him with her chin tucked shyly against her chest.

She giggled and moved towards him, bumping her shoulder roughly against his chest. It was her wordless way of saying thank you, highlighted by the affectionate nip towards his chin. She pranced a few feet away from him then, stopping suddenly to shift her gaze across the ground. She turned to him after a moment with a simple statement of fact - "He's gone." "He" meaning the grasshopper, but "gone" not necessarily meaning as gone as another wolf with more skill in tracking might consider it to be.