Moonspear And into the fire we go

Hydra's answer was succinct. And, on some level, rather fair. They had taken Rannoch into their ranks once he had healed, so this didn't seem terribly different. The circumstances of Gannet coming to the Spear were not the same as Rannoch's. There had been no reason to resent Rannoch for what had happened to him that brought him here. But there was a reason for them to resent Gannet, and they had made that bitterness clear in the way they had kept him here. And that was where the whole issue rose... Where was Gannet's choice in this? Where was his freedom? Gannet may have found a place in his heart where he could have faith in the cerberus and optimism for his future here, but Liffey couldn't. Not when she still suspected very deeply that if Gannet asked for a different way for his own life to go, they would deny it. They would keep it from him. They might even kill him for not accepting their so-called generosity.

"The pack has been very generous to him. I know Gannet is grateful, and so am I, of course, for all the kindness you've shown to him and to Rannoch," she responded, trying to remain tactful in her search to have that nagging question answered, "I can't lie though - I had always thought, and hoped, that once Gannet had healed, he would get to go home. I mean, I know the choice is his and Gannet--" she glanced at her friend in earnest, "--I hope you know that I support you in whatever you want to do. But I'm curious still... If he pulls his weight through the Winter and gives back what he was given.. Will he be allowed to go, if he wants?" 

Her ears had fallen before she'd begun to speak, her muzzle dipped and posture shifted lower to show respect. She knew her words to be impudent and thus she wanted to convey that she didn't mean to offend. But still, her eyes rose to peer at Hydra's face as she looked to the female to give an answer, looking for a hint of the lie her gut told her would come.