Sun Mote Copse and the irish guy wins the joke.

Liffey had believed her level of missing-Eljay to be just above average. She definitely missed him and was excited to see him, but she wasn't like... weepy or overwhelmed over the prospect. That is, until she spotted him and the dam broke and it all came flooding into her.

"Jay!!" Liffey squealed as she darted forward to smash herself into his embrace. Her entire body wriggled from the force of her wagging tail in a way that it hadn't since she was just a young pup, bounding around the Caldera with Lagan and Gannet and vying for her big brother's attention.

"Mom and Dad said I'd find you here," she said, stepping back finally from the wolf hug and settling her excitement a little as she did, "This is Wildfire's pack, right?" Wildfire had always been her favorite heroine in her childhood daydreams. The stories she'd been told of her by Finley had made her seem like this spunky, cool adventurer - just the kind of wolf Liffey had always wanted to be. Liffey might be much older now, but she still considered her cousin Wiffle to be the coolest of the cool.