Moonspear and i know

Integration with her packmates had always been a bit of a struggle for Liffey. As a child, she'd been painfully shy and thus had found social situations quite difficult at the Caldera. In the Vale, she'd been too preoccupied with her budding relationship with Rannoch to pay the other wolves much mind. She had joined the ranks of Moonspear with a promise to Charon to pull her weight though, and she had known that this meant letting old habits die.

Little as she liked leaving Rannoch's side while he continued to heal, she did so regularly in pursuit of making herself useful. She'd spent that day wandering along the mountainside, mapping the trails and features that made up the land. Each cache location and concentrated scent of prey animals was marked upon her mental map for safekeeping, every body or stretch of water woven alongside of it all.

The Blackthorn hadn't been searching for any packmates on this trip, but had known it was likely to happen eventually. Her heart thudded with a quick note of anxiety as she saw the black shape ahead and her mind went straight to the three dark sisters. The wolf moved though, and she eased as she saw the features that differentiated him from the girls. Namely the whole him thing.

Fixing a smile upon her muzzle and a respectfully friendly posture upon her lithe frame, Liffey chuffed lightly to garner his attention. She approached him, feeling at ease, ignorant to the fact that he considered her presence here just as unwelcome as any of the triplets she'd at first mistake him for.