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

"Well, I would hope so," Clover interjected, her voice lifted by a chuckle. She was thankful to have her mother's blessing and hoped that the rest of the leadership would consent to her joining as well. "Wait, what?" she asked with an uncharacteristic tone of surprise; Wildfire had been the Sovereign when she had left. "Why would Wraen have to accept me? Doesn't Wildfire run the pack?" "Or did something happen?" she wondered silently. Despite the conversational cliff-hanger, Clover followed Finley's lead as they traversed further into the territory. She'd offer a sidelong glance to her mother every so often to check in and see how she was managing—Clover hadn't expected to see Finley's limp to develop so rapidly. 

In time, they crossed paths with another wolf, and Clover paused at her mother's side. "Hi," she offered with a wave of her tail as she put on her big-girl panties; she didn't need her mother to introduce her. "I'm Clover—Finley's daughter."