Sun Mote Copse sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions

With Colt still recovering and the number of working adults smaller than the number of kids that needed to be looked after, Wraen had learned to be a woman of many trades. Guarding and patrolling were not her favourite past times, but once a day she walked along the borders to leave marks and gather information on, who had trespassed or walked by. 

In part she did it also to make sure that Kiwi did not return to finish, what she had intended. In the state she had left her it was highly unlikely, but if the girl had been mad enough to come all the way here and injure Colt, one could expect other crazy things from her too. Therefore, when she caught scent of a living wolfish being, there was a fleeting moment of dread.

It was replaced by worry, when the little visitor finally came in sight. A boy, odd-coloured and clearly underfed, lurking on the Firebirds' doorstep. "What are you doing here?" she asked kindly, closing the distance between them and giving him an inquisitive look. "Did you get lost?" this was more of a statement of the obvious than a question.