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

It was almost a week now, since Wraen had decided to stay with Wildfire, and so far she did not regret taking rest from travelling at all. She had had her fill at the caches, but were soon out and about, tracking and hunting on her own. Winter wasn't any easier here than elsewhere, but something about the copse gave the hungry she-wolf hope and inspiration not to give up and try again.

She had also rekindled her friendship with Sequoia and found a pleasant packmate in Finbar as well. Life seemed on the upward stream now and she only hoped that this good feeling about the whole ordeal would never cease. 

Wraen arrived shortly after Wildfire's song summoned them to a certain location and caught sight of a wolf, who she had not yet seen among those, who had decided to join the russet Redhawk's cause, but his face did seem strangely familiar. "Hi!" she told both of the wolves and sat down to wait for the others.