Sun Mote Copse i got a pocket full of deadliness

Fate has funny ways of fulfilling wishes. Just last week Wraen had spoken with Towhee about building an army to defend their pack, sourcing from the people they already had within the ranks. Then - as if they had planned it all previously together - there was an influx of Blackthorns and Redhawks alike. Though she was glad for Towhee's and Finley's sake, the Sovereign began to hear the warning bells.

The memory of, how Sunspire had depleted all it's resources in a matter of months (and this had happened in summer), was very vivid. With winter now, severely limited options for food and no big game to hunt for them all, fear found it's way in her heart. How long would this big and happy family last? A week? A month? It was so surprising that wolves with life-experience traded it for short-sighted, temporary luck. 

So, when she came across another Blackthorn lurking on the borders (the tell-tale black stripe), Wraen's first thought was - "Are we going to welcome all Blackthorns in the country?" - and she briefly contemplated either ignoring this fellow or chasing him away. They did not need another mouth to feed, even if this guy had amazing things to offer for the future. Yet - if she did not approach him, Finley or Towhee certainly would. 

"You look like you wanted something?" she asked the young man, stepping out of the shadows and approaching him.