Sun Mote Copse I imagine so many things

Wraen looked away, her brow furrowed. Here it was again - the feeling that Towhee treated some people as things. Once they were out of sight, they ceased to matter. And it was one thing to accidentally screw a friend of hers, but to discard her own niece, who had taken such a good care of her, with whom she had spent so much time together and who had treated her with nothing but kindness, hurt.

So, what, if she had gone lost? Yes, it was true - it was impossible to comb wilds thoroughly and they did not have the resources to search for someone with no clues, where to start. But doing nothing at all? Accepting that she had disappeared just the same way Dorea and others had? Hope for the best? "We'll have to talk with Finley and Elwood about this. She is their daughter and if they wish for us to do something, we will," she turned to look Towhee in the eyes. 

"The least we can do, is to send scouts to the neighbouring packs and tell them about the missing girl. We can even leave some objects that still have Sugar Glider's scent on it," Wraen suggested. "We can do the same for Dorea as well, if you wish?"