Sun Mote Copse From utility animal to life partner

The brief burst of spring and sunlight had been whisked away by bitter cold and heaps of snow. Wraen ploughed her way through a particularly snow-ladden area of the copse, where a small avalanche had happened during the night. Lucky for them - Firebirds's numbers had not dwindled the next morning and after thorough inspection no lasting damage had been caused to the territory either. 

Once out, where she was able to walk effortlessly, she shook her coat and stood for a while, taking interest in the song of starling. Those optimists though surprised by the unexpected cold-spell still believed that spring was around the corner and there was no time to waste in impressing the ladies. "Sillies," Wraen huffed, but as she made her way to the Nest, she was smiling.