Golden Glade Got a heart like a neon sign

"We can't wait to hear all about your adventures," Rannoch said in reply to Breccan's promise. It was a bittersweet moment; their eldest son was leaving the nest. There was nothing else to say, and he knew they couldn't delay his departure any further. With tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, Rannoch stepped towards Breccan with an encouraging smile. 

"Make good choices out there, son—we want to make sure that you make it back here in once piece," despite the quip, he was serious, "We love you very, very much." Liffey had stepped to Rannoch's side by this point, and they stood with their shoulders touching; the comfort was appreciated. 

Rannoch and Liffey watched Breccan until he was out of sight. "I already miss him," he remarked, turning to his wife with tears in his eyes. Although there was a laundry list of things for them to do, the two wolves decided to take some time to themselves to grieve.