Sun Mote Copse haters gonna hate

It was two days, since Firebirds had feasted on the coast and lost Sugar Glider in the snow storm that had followed. Wraen had tried to retrace their steps later on, but all the smells and footprints had been wiped away already. Her calls were met with silence and eventually she returned home, leaving scouting for others to deal with, while she kept the matters within pack going. 

Work distracted her mind from all the troubles, but once the day was over and she was on her own, the weight of the world pressed her down. Her heart was heavy and she thought of all the children they had lost - sweet golden-furred Nelly, then brave and spirited Elfie and now - quiet and inquisitive Sugar Glider. None of the first two had returned and at this point the Sovereign had no hope of ever seeing the little healer again. 

She woke up feeling tired and depressed, spent the better part of the morning either hunting on the outskirts of the copse or sitting down and thinking hard. And almost did not respond to Towhee's urgent and loud call that echoed through the forest. Time and time again it had turned out that, while her cousin constantly met people on the borders that she wished to see, none of them were, who Wraen hoped to meet.

But duty was duty. She arrived to the place of gathering, gave a quick and curious glance at the man and acknowledged him with a nod, then turned to Towhee and asked: "Who is your friend?"