Moonspear And into the fire we go

Liffey hadn't been certain of her emotions when the announcement had been made of Gannet's acceptance into the pack's ranks. @Rannoch had told her of her friend's distress at being apparently abandoned by the Caldera, and truth be told, Liffey was rather bothered by that as well. She knew to become an official member of Moonspear had the potential of being a comfort to Gannet. But on the other hand, the Blackthorn simply could not shake the sinking feeling of something being so very wrong about it.

And that was why Liffey was quick to seek him out so soon after Charon's call had been made. It hadn't been easy - Rannoch was watching her like a hawk these days since her run-in with the cougar. Her wounds had been superficial - a cut on her muzzle and scratches on her flank - but they were still rather visible reminders to her mate of how close he had come to losing her. Liffey could sympathize; She would be just the same if something like this had happened to him. And she suspected that he would be just the same if roles were reversed as well and would sneak away from her helicoptoring when the need arose.

Liffey found Gannet gazing skyward up the mountain's face, as she so often did. In spite of her nerves, she found herself smiling at the fact that he was so clearly getting around better. It was with that smile on her face that she approached him, calling out a greeting to him as she neared. "Good morning, packmate," she said without preamble, her voice a little tighter than she wished it to be though she trying to keep an open mind.