Big Salmon Lake 'cause it's home, but it's gone

The discovery of Mato on the lake's shore further separated Rannoch from his former ambitions, and soon enough, such tasks have been entirely forgotten. Picking himself up, Rannoch redirects himself in the star-splashed male's direction, his eyes shining as he looked upon the newest recruit. "Mato," he greeted with a wave of his tail, coming to a halt before the prince of the Fen once he reached him. 

Though Mato's time within the ranks of the band had been short, Rannoch felt as thought Mato would be an essential member. He was respectful, well spoken-- everything that the turquoise man could have ever asked for in a pack mate. "How are you be settling in?" Rannoch was genuinely interested to see how Mato had been faring since his joining.