The Sunspire settle down, it'll all be clear

Rannoch couldn't help but grunt-lightheartedly at Treason's remark. It seemed as though a good amount of wolves were participating, and he was thankful that they had all bee so willing to step up. 

When asked about a second group, Rannoch turned to Treason and shook his head. "We'll stay put until we get the word that we're in the clear." As his subordinate veered away from the group, Rannoch regarded the rest of the group. "Liffey, Terance, Seabreeze, and Cassiopeia will scout ahead," he dipped his head towards the volunteers, "Arrakis, myself, Treason, Nara, Bernard, and Olive will remain here. We'll see if we can gather anything for dinner." Rannoch turned to the freckled man, "I'd like you to lead our hunt if you're willing." 

With the orders given, the group departed to do as they had been told. Although confident in the group, there was a nervousness that consumed Rannoch for the duration of their separation. He did his best to keep himself occupied. 

As the sun began to set, a call sounded from a distance. Rannoch's head swung to face the looming mountainside, and his ears stood erect as he listened to the broadcast— the coast was clear. With a fire lighting in the pit of his belly, Rannoch gathered the remaining wolves and led them so that the group could reunite. Once the group was whole once more, they pressed farther into the territory to investigate.