Moonspear and i know

there was an influx of wolves in the territory that terance had yet to meet. it was his own stubborn fault, feeling that they had come in to take away his friends and earned respect. his rank was a fleeting concern. while it seemed so important to him mere days ago, it was suddenly less important. maybe it was because of all these new wolves, and his being content with just being happy-- just having friends (as well as wraen) within the pack made him far happier than any sort of shown respect could, and he was starting to realize that. 

maybe that bear attack was finally getting to him... took long enough.

but, he saw rannoch more than the rest of the newbies. and the handsome male always smelled like one of the newbies. @Liffey, was her name, and terance was always secretly jealous. this budding friendship could not, he decided, be tainted by some lady-wolf with pretty eyes and soft fur. he and ran were going to be the best of buds-- two peas in a pod-- he refused to have a third wheel.

however, if anything, this did mean that rannoch couldn't take away any of his own broads. while it seemed alya was suddenly uninterested in him, terance still thought he had a fighting chance with lyra... if he could just... get there. this liffey character meant he was indefinitely off the market. 

these thoughts ran through the yearlings mind as he made his way to a nearby cache. he'd been patrolling all morning and was ready for a quick siesta. yeah, he deserved it.