Sun Mote Copse Shaking nations.

Towhee's voice was like a nasty alarm-clock. Wraen shuddered, her eyes snapped open and she stared in her cousin's eyes directly. It took a while (few blinks and a huge yawn) for her to fully comprehend that nothing serious was going on and that the deaf she-wolf had no idea, how loud she had spoken. 

"Yup?" Wraen asked, pulling herself up to a sitting position and lifting her muzzle up to stretch her stiff neck and back, finishing the exercise with a shake of her fur and another yawn. The Sovereign was all attention, though she was still wrapped in that mellow fuzzy feeling people have, when they are tired and have not slept enough.