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Rannoch wasn't fond of the emotions that his question evoked and silently, he begrudged himself for making Raven feel the way that she did. "I'm sure she will," he assured her softly with a smile.

As Raven elaborated on what the wolves of Blackfeather had done to Wildfire, Rannoch's smile dropped, and he felt suddenly frustrated about the situation. "Something needs to be done about them," he concluded as he felt the hairs on his nape rise in response to his sudden bought of passion. Rannoch's tail gave an irritated flick as he attempted to redirect his enthusiasm elsewhere as he knew that it was not beneficial in its current state. 

"I-I'm sorry," he said after he felt more in control over his emotions. "I just hate hearing about that. I'm sure your sister did nothing to deserve such treatment, and it's just... not fair." Rannoch frowned, deciding that he would leave it at that. If anything, he was all the more motivated to support those who opposed the wolves of Blackfeather Woods, despite how helpless he felt about the situation.  

Wishing to shift the conversation to a different topic, Rannoch offered, "Do you need somebody to walk you home? I'm not comfortable with you traveling alone when it's so dangerous out."