Grouse Thicket And winter came...

Liffey smiled as Wraen answered the question with something simple. She wondered how her friend might have answered the question had their relationship not gotten off track. Would it still have been Well, thanks? Or would she have elaborated? Would she have revealed more of herself and of her life?

It didn't matter much. They were where they were. "Actually, Rannoch and I--" she began, only to stop abruptly when she heard a sharp yelp somewhere near by. She tensed instantly and spun, frowning out into the thicket. "...Rannoch?" she called, acting on a hunch. It had sounded a little like his voice, though it was harder to tell when she was more used to his "i love you" than his high pitched cry.