Sun Mote Copse The more I see, the less I know

Her godparents had never shown up the other day and Wildfire hadn't gotten around to badgering someone else to try; she had been quite busy hunting, patrolling and recruiting a surprising number of new folks. Firebirds was off to a promising start for sure, which put an extra pep in Wildfire's step despite how badly she could use a nap right about now. But what was better than sleep to refresh her? The sound of her uncle's voice calling from the copse's western border.

Promptly abandoning her hunt, she loped through the woods, kicking up a shower of sparkling snow as she went. When the trees thinned and she saw those familiar gray faces looking (admiringly, she liked to think) toward the copse, she grinned. She slowed as she closed the distance, offering first Finley and then Elwood a lick and a nudge.

"Welcome to Sun Mote Copse! I'm glad you two made it here. How's your hip?" Wildfire said, chestnut eyes drifting to Finley.