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

Her eyes widened in half-surprise half-amusement as she listened to Wraen's list of so-called normal events for this Blackthorn clan- and even though Wraen clarified that it was partly exaggerated, Chanel still felt eager to hear some stories from this Finley. 
The spacious cave under the tree root which seemed so sad to Wraen, to Chanel seemed curious and inviting, and she was eager to step inside and take a look around her cozy new home. Chanel couldn't restrain her slight smile as they entered. When Wraen mentioned their founder Wildfire who had passed on, she thought for a moment about whether to make a comment of condolences- but as she decided, a few too many seconds passed and her window of opportunity vanished, and so she did not comment. Instead she spoke up "It's lovely here! I simply cannot wait to settle in... Once again, thank you so much for the opportunity, and I won't let you down." She beamed charmingly at the leader with genuine gratitude, for it was the most company and home she had had in several months now.