Sun Mote Copse Private Citizen

@Colt 

It had been almost three weeks, since Wildfire's passing and life had returned to it's regular routine at Firebirds'. Borders were guarded and reinforced, hunts were done and kids were raised to become upstanding citizens and useful members of the society. If not for the Eljay and his daughter, who were suffering still, you could hardly tell that the founder of the nest, the figurative mother of Firebirds, dearly beloved family member and mom had left them. 

Wraen had done her share in hunting and helped out with the kids, where it was possible, and having rare, precious moments, when she hung around with Maia, enjoying each other's company. It would be a while still, before they were able to hit the road for a longer travel, therefore Wraen tried to compensate it the best she could with more native journeys. 

And at times she felt like socializing more with her pack mates, who - she hoped - over time would become just as much a family as her birth pack had once been. All of the prerequisites were there. This time she happened to catch sight of their King-Fisher in service Colt. "Hey!" she called out to him, in an effort to draw his attention away from, whatever he was doing now. "Have a moment for a chat?"