Moonspear boys doin' the twist.

The delightful mix of Liffey's scent and the blood that clung to her kill had roused Rannoch from the den that they had deemed as theirs. Though the Lambda had still been relatively far away when Rannoch had smelled her, he quickly pulled himself out of the cave so that he could greet her when she did arrive. In the time that it took her to return home, Rannoch had sat himself down on their doorstep as he waited. 

When Liffey did come in sight, Rannoch rose to stand as a goofy grin settled upon his dark lips. "Liffey!" he greeted, his voice a mixture of affection and pride as he watched her approach. The last time that they had hunted together, and the subsequent times that they had patrolled jointly, Rannoch had assumed that she hadn't been the best at hunting. But, before his very eyes, was evidence that rejected such assumptions. 

In a manner that was light, he teased, "Since when did you learn to hunt?" as his tail waved happily at his haunches.