Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

Wraen looked a bit more comfortable once she’d moved inside Niamh’s den, which had more than enough space for the both of them, considering that she and Colt could fit in it too. She chuckled at Wraen’s comment and she nodded. ”Pretty much. He’s pretty handy in that respect. Nothing better than a space heater that also feeds you occasionally,” She said affectionately. 

The den was simple, not decorated or ornate like the one she’d had at the Plateau. ”Hoping to jazz this space up a bit though once the snow melts. I have a soft spot for colourful feathers,” She admitted with a grin. ”But they’ll show up when the prettier birds come back to nest.” She reasoned.