Sun Mote Copse First thing we climb the tree

Wraen was close second to arrive and meet Niamh on the borders. The resident Sergeant-at-arms had been gone for a while on, what the Sovereign believed to a be a scouting mission. What could possibly go wrong with a feisty, young and lively wolf as her? And it obviously had. Because, what greeted her was not a tired, but victorious and content scout, but a beaten and battered wolf, slumped on the door-step with a sour expression, twisted by pain. She did not look good at all.

"Hey," she acknowledged Finley with a quick nod and, since the old Blackthorn matriarch had asked all the necessary questions here, Wraen remained silent, just drew nearer to have a good overall sniff and examine the injured she-wolf. By now she had stopped to worry about, what would be the next bad thing to happen to her pack as a whole. Now it was simply a question of, when.