Sun Mote Copse I'll be resting my eyes

Wraen had been nearby, when Eljay called pack-mates to bid farewell to Wildfire. She had noticed the signs of her cousin's decline, but had never imagined them to be so severe. Though the sad reality was obvious, in the back of her mind she kept to the hope that with the summer rolling in, her queen would regain her strength and be well again. 

Apparently not. She arrived to a heart-breaking scene and stood on the fringes, watching, how those, who had always been closest and dearest to Wildfire, said tearful and heart-felt good-byes. She felt that the situation was too personal for her to barge in, and decided not to intervene now. This was no place for strangers. Instead she spotted Elfie - Wildfire's look-a-like son - marching off in the undergrowth. 

This was her opportunity to be at least a little useful - she padded over to the little fellow and got in his path. "Now, we would not want to get lost, would we?" she leaned down to speak to the boy, who looked back at her with so much anger and pain in his eyes, that she was taken aback for a moment. "I will take care of him," she told and hopefully one or the other of the adults heard her. Then she simply followed the boy a small distance behind.

He needed alone time and Wraen would make sure that he would not get in any trouble in the meanwhile.