Sun Mote Copse The book is on the table.

"Good thing then, that this problem is for Niamh to deal with now," Wraen remarked dryly and continued to listen Phox's description with interest, all the while also keeping an eye on Towhee's expression, when she spoke. There was affection and genuine sincerity. The two had been together almost as long as Wraen had been with Maia. She could easily imagine that the Regent also did not have too many good friends in the world and Phox was probably the only one, who qualified for "bestie".

"I offered Finley and Elwood the chance to have children this year as well, but seeing as they are doing now - I don't think that they will be up for it," Wraen said and, frankly speaking, she was glad for it. Having only Niamh's litter for all of the packmates to take care of would be a lot easier than it had been last year with eight children and only so much adults. "By the way - I met Arcturus the other day. Poor fellow has been traumatized by yet another Firebirds' woman. Niamh talked him into embarrassment," she grinned at her cousin. 

"If I was Hydra, I would send him out in the world to get to know people better. Women especially," she chuckled. "Or - perhaps - that's just Sun Mote Copse's special assortment here that drives him up the wall."