Moonspear boys doin' the twist.

Liffey's lips turned up in a grin as she spotted Rannoch outside the den, calling her name in greeting. For a moment, all she could think about was how ridiculous it was that he was so damn handsome. And even more ridiculous, he loved her. She dropped the rabbit at his paws before reaching out to plant a kiss upon his muzzle in greeting.

"For the record, I'm a perfectly decent hunter when you aren't around," Liffey retorted as she settled onto her haunches, smirking at him, "It's a lot less fun though." Given the choice between a successful hunt without Rannoch or a failed hunt with him, she'd opt for the failure every time. Hunting really wasn't her thing anyway.

"How're you feeling?" she asked, narrowing her eyes shrewdly as she looked him over. He seemed to be doing better with each passing day, but that wouldn't stop the Blackthorn from worrying over him at every opportunity.