Sun Mote Copse Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Wraen was a little disappointed that, when she wished to get know the kids better and let them get acquainted with her too, Niamh interfered and lined them up in front of the den entrance. True - for a split of an impossible second, where all three sat still, she stole a glance at them, but then the moment was gone and the kids dispersed. 

One of the two girls, who Niamh had not called by name (and a smart move it was - you could not tell them apart yet or maybe ever) darted in her direction garbled something incoherent right in Sovereign's face. "Okay - that is truly awful," Wraen said sympathetically and leaned forward to touch the kid's cheek reassuringly.

In the meanwhile, the other twin had come near too and seemed more interested in something small by Wraen's feet than the leader itself. She looked down, tried to figure out, what it was that the girl wanted, and inadvertently put her paw right on the little yellow flower, squashing it effectively. 

Niamh's favourite kid or the only one that she could tell from the others was still in the process of getting out of the leg prison he had been set in. "If you need a break for a bit, I can watch them for a while," Wraen kindly offered Niamh.