Bramblepoint do you think the porch is falling apart or do you just weigh a ton.

A temporary cache had been at the forefront of Rannoch's mind that day, and it was with these ambitions that he was set into motion. Though they had scraps, Rannoch felt as though they needed a designated area to collect whatever excess they managed to accumulate. At this point, despite his unhappiness about the territory, Rannoch did not know if they would ever stray from the brambles. He had tunnel vision as his paws churned the earth underfoot, pivoting it behind him as he attempted to create as divot for the pack's storage needs.

A considerable time had passed since he had begun the task and it was just as he was nearing its completion that a scent distracted him from what he was doing. Traces of Liffey's nearness had drawn him, and he turned, suddenly all the more curious when he realized she wasn't alone. The other scent resembled her home, but the identity of the other was unknown to him. 

In both an act of protectiveness over Liffey and pack, Rannoch abandoned his digging site. He found the pair quickly, as his tongue was still lolling from the exertion from digging, yet he was still able to catch his breath to offer the duo a question: "Who is this?" His posture squared as he voiced his concerns, his tail lifting, and his expression curious. The wolf at Liffey's side was no larger than Redshank and Rannoch wondered if this was one of the children that Lagan had mentioned when they had met. Knowing that Liffey had the answers, he turned his gaze to Liffey as he waited for her response.