The Sunspire well that was a bit of a drive-by.

Rannoch had recognized Liffey's purposes the moment that her paws turned in the direction of Sunspire. Like his wife, he was curious to see how their former territory had fared in their absence. As expected, the land had never fully recovered from the overpopulation. 

 Rannoch was cautious as they trekked further into the province, as recollections of their previous life overwhelmed him. Sunspire was where he and Liffey had intended to begin their legacy, and what was left was a shell of what it had once been. The prey had moved on, and the territory remained vacant—t was just like it had been when they had abandoned their claim. He couldn't help but feel guilty; their earlier aspirations had died with the land. 

In time, they arrived at their former rendezvous site, and he felt newfound grief overcome him. Life had been much more straightforward— more complete— when they had lived here. It was weird to be back, knowing that some of their family members were not with them.

Thankfully, Liffey was there to re-divert his thoughts. He turned, his smile soft, as he looked at his wife. "She was horrified," Rannoch agreed, his spirits raising as he recalled the incident. "But I think Breccan was even worse off—do you remember how mortified he looked?" he chuckled, blinking away the tears that had once threatened to fall. "Do you think that we were doing it to her on purpose?"