Cedar Sweep Must be nice

Wraen's memories about Liffey and their friendship were different: the kids had been born, priorities in life had changed and they had simply drifted apart. In the months that had followed, she had hardly given any thought about the Blackthorn until this evening, when she happened to appear in flesh and person before her. 

"Umm... hi," she uttered, caught off guard, and when Phox addressed them, she felt even more awkward. "I say we track that fox and converse later? So that it's not an entire waste of a good hunt?" she suggested quickly.