Sun Mote Copse Red and yellow, black and white

Wraen had not been amused, when she found out that Towhee was gone so soon after her arrival. Vanished like a fart in the wind - was the first thought that had come to her mind and this vulgar phrase somewhat soothed her annoyance with her reckless cousin's actions. What did she expect to achieve? While being as injured as she was, Towhee could only hurt herself more.

She did not know, what would be the right thing to do. Should she let Towhee do her rescue mission on her own and wait to receive her here more hurt and battered than before? Or should she go to the grove and see, if there was any way she could help the woman. After all - her family was there and deep in her heart Wraen knew that she would probably do the same, if the situations were reversed.

What she had not expected to find, was Fennec. Wraen supposed that Towhee would have at least let the girl follow, but here she was and - god knows, where her mother was. "Fennec," she called the girl's name. "I am going down to the Hideaway strath to see, if Towhee needs any help," or needs someone to dig her a grave and write and obituary, she thought sourly. "Do you want to tag along?" she asked.