Bramblepoint clos du bois

Rannoch wasn't particularly fond of the other's tone, and such was evident in his expression. His lips fell into a straight line at Lagan's retort and his ears pinned up. But, despite this, Rannoch ceased his prodding and took a step back, allowing the man with the acidic eyes some room. 

"Sorry if I got you dirty," he began, feeling a flick of irritants within his breast, and he attempted to ignore this for the sake of being well aware that Lagan had just woke up and he too would be grumpy if he had been woken up in such a manner. "But, you know there's a pack in this territory, right?" Giving Lagan the benefit of the doubt, as their borders had not be marked, Rannoch gave the other a chance to explain himself for being too close to his family. In the midst of this confusion, the burning question of Liffey's scent was also present, but he didn't voice this just yet as he wanted to adress the larger issue at hand.