Moonspear And into the fire we go

Liffey wanted to say more, but she could see that this conversation was hurting her friend. She couldn’t imagine how he felt, though... maybe she somewhat could. She had left the Caldera once. She had never once wondered if that meant she had lost the support of her parents if ever she needed it. She’d never had a reason to wonder. But now it occurred to her that she would never have a reason to need them at all. She would need Rannoch. He was her family now. And Gannet... well, Gannet needed one too. It was suddenly very clear to her that that was what he was looking for here.

It made her sad. To know that he was feeling so low and forsaken by his family that he was actually looking to make one of the wolves that held him prisoner. How could she have so meekly stood by and watched this happen to him.

Liffey didn’t answer his question, uncertain of how. Frankly, he was crippled now, so what exactly was it they were expecting him to do for Moonspear? What could a wolf that would struggle to hunt or struggle to fight really do for them? She personally saw a great deal of value in her friend, but she hasn’t really gotten the sense that the Ostregas valued the same in their members. And that’s why this worried her so much.

”I think... that I can’t begin to guess what it is they want from you,” Liffey answered softly, ”And I think it kills me to see them lording this over you when you didn’t do anything wrong. Titmouse didn’t hurt Galaxy. He’s a stupid, scared little boy that saw trouble and ran. All you did was act like a loyal brother in trying to stop them from hurting him. They would’ve done the same if roles were reversed...”

She paused, taking a breath before continuing miserably, ”I know that they’re angry and hurting. What happened was terrible... and I can’t blame them for acting irrationally out of grief. But this is too far. This is just... wrong.”