Bramblepoint clos du bois

The lively banter that came from Lagan calmed Rannoch a smidge, but the brute of a wolf did not allow for his guard to come down. Instead, he listened carefully to what the other said, his head bobbing at the apology. "It's okay," he offered with a wave of his tail. "We haven't marked much, but,  I just want to keep my family safe." As he offered his perspective, the self-titled alpha beckoned with a sharp jut of his muzzle, as if silently indicating him to get to his paws. 

"I'm Rannoch," he replied kindly, realizing how much the stranger and Liffey's names sounded alike. "Hey, Lagan, I have a random question for you," he began after a beat, his tone awkward at the beginning as he attempted to work his thoughts into a complete sentence. "Do you happen to know a Liffey? She's a friend of mine, and I swear you smell like her..." He trailed at the admittance, his ears drooping slightly as his posture visualized his embarrassment.