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

"Very well, I assign you as a Comrade within Firebirds' ranks," Wraen made Chanel's acceptance official and beckoned her to follow to the heart of the metaphorical birdhouse. The forest was quiet, the Sovereign stopped to listen for anyone that could be around, but none were in the immediate vicinity. Perhaps, they had gone off hunting somewhere. Now that food was sparse, it was not unusual for pack members to disperse in a larger territory than usual. 

"We are a family pack - all wolves you'll meet here are related to one another. Blackthorns make up the most of the group with me and our Sergeant at Arms Niamh being distant relatives through a different family line," she explained and did not delve in genealogy of the pack any further. "We have three Honored members - Finley and Elwood, who are older, but very experienced and wise wolves. They are matriarch and the patriarch of the Blackthorns. And there is Eljay - he is their son, healer and... the good heart of the pack," she told.

"There is Niamh, who is our head guardian and warrior and who is in charge of watching the borders and training and commanding new mercenaries. Currently - it's her son Bronco only - but I have great hopes for Pox and Crow. They are this season's cubs, but show a good promise," Wraen said, though she toyed with the idea that all (with exception of the two elders) should undergo a basic training. Defences were important. 

"Weejay, Avery, Fennec and Sugar Glider are our girl band - you will have a chance to meet them as well and get to know them better," she paused and gave Chanel time to rumminate all the new information she had been given now.