Golden Glade Got a heart like a neon sign

Liffey hadn't known what to expect, but if she'd been forced to guess, this is not what she would've come up with. She had long fantasized about Breccan one day leading his own pack, but they had always been there with him in those daydreams. It would happen a few years down the road, when Breccan was older, and when she and Rannoch were ready to pass on the mantle to him. He was never supposed to leave to do these things. He was never supposed to leave at all.

And yet, here they were.

She stared at him, not quite believing her ears at first. She laughed briefly, tilting her head as she looked at him. "What?" she asked, still smiling but in an anxious way. Liffey had heard him, and she'd understood what those words strung together meant in general. But them coming out of Breccan's mouth just now, that didn't make any sense to her, so she assumed it was some sort of joke.