Moonspear Let the shiver of it sting you

In the days since Gannet's unexpected arrival to Moonspear, there had been an overabundance of topics that had occupied Rannoch's mind. Gannet, for the most part, remained in the forefront. Even before his arrival, Rannoch had known of the black-socked man. Gannet had been a constant source of joy in Liffey's childhood, and she had told him of their misadventures on more than one occasion. 

Rannoch approached the den that he had once occupied with a goose hanging from his jowls. Rannoch had wanted to check-in on Gannet to see how he had been faring since he had undergone Lyra's care. Though his injury had not been as severe as Rannoch's, he knew that Gannet would benefit from some quite after all the commotion that had happened on the borders. 

Well aware that there was a possibility that Gannet might not even know who he was, Rannoch stopped at a distance and dropped the goose at his paws. "Gannet!" he called, beckoning to the wolf that laid in the foyer of the medicine den, "Would you mind some company?"