Grouse Thicket Odysseus has arrived at Ithaca

As it happened, Wildfire was exploring the thicket when the two wolves passed by, unseen and unheard, about half a mile away. There were rotten apples scattered all over the forest floor and the underbrush was much too dense here for her liking. It made her all the more grateful for the open, airy feel of the copse. Although she'd enjoyed the brief foray, she happily pivoted to return to it.

She drew close as Wraen's howl rose skyward, the sound hastening her step a little. She found herself coming up behind Wraen and a wolf that must be her sister, Maia. "Hey there!" she called out to avoid sneaking up on them. "I was just out and about." Wildfire drew up beside them, then moved in front of them, the copse at her back. "Good to see you again, Wraen. You must be Maia."