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

Wraen would not have minded, if Chanel had in fact skipped in joy and yelled from the roof-tops. She enjoyed amusement dearly, and recently it had been absent from her life entirely. Even though the new recruit kept her emotions in check, the sovereign could feel the good vibe radiating from her. As if she had her own pocket-size sun with her. As she led the girl through the copse, she stole glances at her now and then and smile never left her lips. 

The sovereign did not expect the girl to remember all of the names right away, but she would be familiar with their bearers once introduced personally. "We will see, where you can settle down and have a rest," she offered next, thinking about a place, where the girl could stay, until she found somewhere else more to her liking. The Nest was her first choice, it had stayed abandoned ever since the puppies had moved to the Roost and Wildfire had died. "This way," she beckoned and asked. "Tell me more, please, about the pack you come from."