Cedar Sweep he lost his way and found it in the dark

ATTN: @Allure! 
Note: Set at the Froskhawks border, but he'll make a move in his next post if she doesn't see him!

Rannoch had taken it upon himself to frequent the territory's perimeters, as Raven and Quixote's newborns had claimed their full attention. Rannoch and Liffey were in an entirely different season with their youngest litter; Aengus, Tiarnach, Eshe, and Sionnach had become more independent, allowing him more time to devote himself to the pack. 

The sky was awash with periwinkle and peach, as dim implications of the forthcoming twilight twinkled overhead. Rannoch knew that it was around suppertime and that he was expected to return home, but something had prevented him from abandoning from his patrol. He had spotted some fireflies in the distance, a considerable treck into the neighboring sweep, and he was all too tempted to watch the show. Pulled between duty and diversion, Rannoch lingered at the borders and looked longingly into the forest before him.