Grouse Thicket Odysseus has arrived at Ithaca

Wraen answered her sister's question and when she finished, Wildfire added, "My dad's been gone a while now and I'd left the pack long before his death, though I still remember his stories about his sister, Osprey, 'the silver bullet.'" She smiled fondly at the recollection. "They had brothers too. I can't remember the younger one's name but my middle name, Attica, comes from the older one's: Atticus."

Wraen wanted to know about the relatives currently alive and thriving here. "My daughters, Kiwi and Sequoia, are here. Seq is adopted, though I consider her my charge now." They threaded across one of the copse's many clearings as she said this, the sun dappling the snow, and she paused to see what the sisters made of it even as she continued, "There's much more family on the plateau. Some may move here but, in any case, you should go visit sometime. They're only about an hour away. There's my litter mate, Raven, and her kids; my younger siblings, Phox and Towhee; and my other daughter, Bat."

Those were the Redhawks, of course. "And then a whole bunch of Blackthorns, who've been tied into the Redhawks for as long as I can remember. Do you know of them?"