Bramblepoint You can tremble, you can fear it

She approached to take his scent and he returned the gesture, her own completely unfamiliar to him.  He'd never met a wolf from Moonspear; really the only Teekon pack outside his own he had any experience with was his sister's, Drageda.  He'd encountered a couple of others while out exploring with Lagan, but none that stuck.

He'd remember it, though.  Moonspear.  It was a good name for a mountain.  "Liffey?"  He shook his head.  "Friend."  He was more than a little amused by the suggestion that they were siblings.  "Cousin,"  he clarified after a moment.  That was perhaps a little more accurate, given how close their parents had been and how they always regarded one another.  The name Rannoch meant nothing to him either - he'd never been around when they had stopped by to visit.

Gannet paused.  He wanted to ask if he could come and visit, but honestly this conversation was a lot of talking, and he was starting to get antsy with it.  He couldn't explain why, it was just always something that had been true.  So he didn't.  He'd find out when he showed up, and if they didn't like it, well, he'd leave.