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

"You poor thing," Wraen said in a friendly tone, wondering, how long had he been on his own, and shuddered at the thought of, what could have happened, if he had not ended up here. But drowned in the nearby bog, for example. Luck had accomapnied this little soul and she would make sure that it continued to do so. 

"You would be the first," she smiled, slightly amused and moved by the kid's readiness to be useful to the pack. "Alright - you can stay here until you are fit for travel and we find out, where your parents are and your home is. There must be people worrying for you," she told the boy. 

"I can't carry you, so you will have to walk. You can stay in my den, while I fetch something to eat for you," she beckoned the little fellow to follow her.