Sun Mote Copse Story of how wren became the chief of all birds

Wraen kept him on edge -- something he wasn't used to -- especially not the patience part. He had no patience at all. Luckily he also had the focus of a goldfish; so while golden eyes had longed for an answer on his friendship question, his mind already spun onwards to the story of the bird. Not just any bird, a wren that his friend was named after. She spoke about a little bird who was not the fastest, strongest or highest flyer. But maybe he was as he swooped away underneath the eagle's wing, high up in the sky where he would rule. What a cute story. It sounded like the story of the slow toad who won the race from the quick hare.

"Why wouldn't Wildflire agree..." Epic protested as he recalled what she had called the denning site. "This place is practically named after birds; not only the pack name but also the denning site." However maybe he thought too deeply, too seriously about the definition of the story in real life. "Smart little wren. Great story, bro!" Giving the wren a nice afterthought he added; "How do you think the wren ruled? With grace? With smart? Or would disaster have struck?" So many possibilities. "Hey W-rennie, would you like to ..y'know rule some day? Like that little wren, only sans the cheating?"