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

She was glad to hear that Wraen had appreciated the tale she had been told as a little girl, and a smile met her lips as they walked in silence for a minute. She laughed lightly at Wraen's comment about future story sessions, and added enthusiastically, "I'll look forward to it." Then Chanel listened intently as Wraen once again told her of a fellow pack member- only this time, she tried her best to commit the name, Finley, to memory. She wondered abit what was meant by the phrase Blackthorn standards- she was unaware of the weight that name carried. "Then I'm eager to meet her, what kind of 'average things'? I'm oh-so-curious..."