Golden Glade to forge a path into the marrow of the spirit

Raven's opening remarks had spurred on a fleeting feeling of amusement within Rannoch. Winded, both physically and emotionally, it took a great deal to entice any excitement out of him. Despite his exhaustion, he reminded himself that this was an important day—it was their first day as Frosthawks. Although he was exultant of what they had created, he couldn't help but pine for what had been lost in the process. Rannoch's friendship with Terance was undoubtedly over, and he silently grieved for what he had lost. It was hard for him to fend off these intrusive thoughts, especially on the momentous occasion. 

Thankfully, Liffey's words distracted Rannoch's heeds, and he turned to his wife with a smile. "Yes," he agreed once he had cleared his throat. "This will be a perfect place to raise our children for generations to come, and we look forward to the memories that we'll all create together." Rannoch redirected his attention to those that he was less acquainted with and addressed them directly in his continuation. "You all might not know Liffey or me well enough, but we hope to change that in the coming days. Please don't hesitate to approach us—we are here for you all, as Quixote and Raven have been for all these seasons." Then, turning to Quixote and Raven, he spoke to them directly. "Thank you for welcoming us into your home and your most chief ranks—we will not let you down." 

In regards to Liffey visiting the Firebirds, Rannoch nodded in reply; she was the ideal candidate to carry out the job, especially since Raven's birthing was swiftly nearing. He turned to @Deshyr then and nodded encouragingly. 

With their plans in line, there was nothing else to do but explore their new home. Hobbling forward, Rannoch beckoned with a nod of his snout for their assemblage to follow. "Come on, then!" he encouraged, his spirits lifted by his company. "Let's make this place our home!" 

And they did just that, as they divided and concurred. The reign of the Frosthawks had begun, and the glade was theirs.