Golden Glade Got a heart like a neon sign

Rannoch was between a rock and a hard place; both Liffey and Breccan's viewpoints were valid. He hesitated under his wife's hard stare, contemplating his next words carefully. "I don't want him to go, either," Rannoch admitted, his gaze meeting his wife's. "It can be scary out there—especially since this would be his first time on his own. But, at the same time, this is exactly how we both set out on our own, and look at us now," he'd be a hypocrite not to consider their similar origin story. "We've started our kingdom, raised two beautiful litters so far, and we are thriving." 

Rannoch didn't want his selfishness to hinder Breccan's potential. 

"He's a Frostfur—he's more than capable of taking care of himself," he added, turning to his son with a smile.