Sun Mote Copse pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er.

Wraen was formally glad for Towhee's reunion with her dear brother and the other kid, but inside bitterness was gnawing on her conscience. It did not seem fair that yet again her cousin was lavished with long lost friends and family members, while she waited for Elfie, who never came. Even Maia's return could not ease her grief - she had not even told her about it, believing that her dear airhead of a sibling would not understand. Not, while she herself had not come to terms with it.

Therefore, when she caught sight of Finley walking together with a young wolf that was definitely of Blackthorn origin, Wraen's lips pressed together in thin, hard line and her green eyes flared in jealously. Again. Someone else had got it all and she had been left empty handed. If she had been alone, she would have screamed in disappointment, now, however, she sighed and let the bitterness wane. When she came close enough to greet the two wolves, her expression was calm and collected, she even smiled, though more because it was expected from her. 

"Good day, Finley!" she greeted the Blackthorn matriarch. "Will you introduce me to your friend here?"