Sun Mote Copse Women, who run with the wolves

Towhee's gassy eruptions did not improve the situation much, Wraen scrunched her nose and turned her head sideways to get rid of the awful smell of fish and gastric juices that encased her like toxic cloud. Were she not in pain, she would have seen the humour in the situation (she would so later in the evening), now, however, she was rather bent on finding that ice and alleviate the uncomfortable feeling. "Okay, I'll go and see, what can I do about the ice," she told Towhee getting going. "See you around!"