Sun Mote Copse The weather’s nice, so I called you

It was two weeks now and still Wraen had no information about, what had happened to the Asterism Grove wolves that had been left inside the valley. She refused to believe that all of them had perished there, there was hope - however little - that miraculously all of them were fine and that soon all the stress and worry she felt now would seem like a bad dream in a matter of days. 

The hardest thing about it all was that there were several leader duties to fulfill in the meanwhile. Kids required attention, hunting was more strenous than usual and she feared the moment, when they all would have exhausted the resources, not to mention anticipation for the next "great" surprise Mother Nature had in the making. So, no wonder, that, when she heard a summoning howl of a wolf she did not recognize, she arrived to meet the stranger, feeling curious, but looking very tired. 

It was a yearling of a exquisite beauty, a fairy-like creature in the world that had seemed so glum and grayscale recently. She smiled at her politely and introduced herself: "You have come close to the Firebirds' domain. I am Wraen - leader of the group - who may be you and what is your business here?"