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Rannoch observed the ebony lamb with interest, his eyes trained on her delicate features as she picked carefully through her words. He was flattered by the praise that the cornflower-eyed girl gave him and his siblings and, to react to her kindness, he bowed his head briefly and flashed her a soft smile. 

The subject matter changed, and she then focused her thoughts on her ambitions. Rannoch was patient as she worked through what she wanted to do with her life and then it came to her: bonitary. His eyes brightened as this and offered an encouraging nod. "I think that sounds fantastic," he offered after a pause, taking a moment to reflect upon just what this would mean for the pack. It would be incredibly helpful to them all to have such skills. "And I think the others would like you." his smile grew as he elaborated: "Would you want to meet them?"