Golden Glade Control alternate delete

"Hey there," Rannoch called from a distance, attempting to catch the attention of whoever was loitering. Although the figure rang familiar in his mind, he couldn't quite place a paw on a name for the face he saw. Rannoch trotted towards Phox, his posture tall; it had been a while since he had greeted a stranger, but the routine of guarding had been engrained into his mind. 

"I'm Rannoch, one of the Alphas of this Glade," Rannoch introduced once he was at a conversational distance from Phox. "How can I help you?" He noticed how similar Phox's scent was to the Redhawks, and he couldn't help but wonder how this wolf was associated with Liffey's family.