Grouse Thicket Pan's labyrinth

"Wraen!" Rannoch returned excitedly, instantly recognizing her voice, "It is you!" She bounded from the tangle, her excitement unmistakeable, and Rannoch watched her approach with a smile and wagging tail. "I can't believe you're here!" he added, as she started investigating the scents that were riddled upon his muzzle. Rannoch reciprocated Wraen's actions, investigating all the smells (and offering the occasional lick) that she carried. 

"Liffey, the kids, and I decided to give the Redhawks a visit," he answered. "We've been there for some time, actually—a few sun-cycles if I remember correctly," Rannoch was never accurate in keeping time. "And I'm here because I was following Liffey to go visit the Firebirds," it didn't cross his mind that Wraen might have been aligned with the newly-formed pack. "She's got some family who is apart of the pack," he explained. 

"What about you?" he prompted, "What are you doing here?"