Sun Mote Copse There's a song in my heart now

Firebirds, Wildfire said to herself as a frigid breeze tousled the red fur of her nape. The pack felt more or less official these days, their presence now firmly established in the copse. They had clear borders, several caches and even a rendezvous site. At least, she thought this spot would make for a good one. There were no young pups, yet the pack could use it for gatherings, both formal and casual. It was the very same clearing she'd rested in during her first visit, a lovely little glen right near the center of the forest. It was ringed by slender trees, currently leafless, bare boughs dusted with snow, and felt very much like the copse's heart.

Springing atop the log that rested off to one side of the open space, the Sovereign decided to rally her pack mates. She tipped her charcoal muzzle toward the pale blue winter sky and rose a howl, hoping to hear from—or better yet, see—@Corinna, @Finbar, @Kiwi, @Maia, @Sequoia and @Wraen (as well as @Colt and @Eljay if they were here). She hoped to formally declare this the Firebirds' rendezvous site, hopefully with one or more of her followers' sanction.