Sun Mote Copse Shaking nations.

Wraen cracked a grin at Towhee's suggestion. If they were to act upon it, then combined efforts of her, her cousin, Niamh and, perhaps, Eljay, if he managed to woo enough laides, they could produce an army. But remembering, how hard it had been to raise 8 puppies (and that job was not yet finished), she put the idea on the shelf. If only life was so easy and straightforward. 

"I am neither of those. Your skills and experience combined with that of Elwood's, Finley's and Niamh's would make a good core for, what we need," Wraen mused. "Bronco and Penn have showed promise in the mercenary trade and I recall you telling me that both Sundance and Dorea were already trained at the grove," she paused, thinking.

"But I would also wish for those children and packmates - me included - who are not mercenaries by nature or calling, trained in the basics of self-defence," she did not wish to lose anyone else to circumstances that could be prevented. "I think that tactics will come along, when we discover, who is good at what," she finished.

"I entrust you to do the job well and in time I will promote you to my second in command," Wraen said. "But do know that I already have a high regard and respect for you. Your voice and advice in making leadership decisions will be of just as great importance. You have the freedom of interrogating and deciding, whether to let a possible joiner in."

"Maybe we could even tweak the ranks we have now and have a separate divison for Sun Mote Copse Watch - what do you think?" Wraen smiled.