Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

Set for 30th July.

Not too long ago Wraen had played the question game with Arcturus and he had asked her about, where she pictured herself a year from now. At the time all had been simple, consistent and calm, she had avoided replying directly, though in her mind she had hoped and wished that Firebirds would be her final pack to reside. The one place she would grow old and eventually her mound would join that of other leaders in the little graveyard that Weejay tended for.

In a matter of a week things had completely changed. She was no longer a leader due to the fateful encounter with hornets. Even now, when stings no longer burned and hurt, she was slow to recover and secretly she feared, if that would ever happen at all. And now with Meerkat and Bronco joining Moonspear out of their own free will and parents agreeing to it, she no longer felt that she wished to remain at the Sun Mote copse. A day after her talk with Towhee, not only she felt guilty for being selfish and tactless, when the right thing to do would have been to comfort and stand by her friend's side, but she also tried hard to find some peace in the founding rules of Firebirds. 

You let people in freely and you let them go as well. But fate has a nasty way of twisting even the best of rules. Wraen would not even have batted an eyelid, if the kids had chosen to go anywhere else but Moonspear. Hell, she would not even care, if it was Moonspear, just not under Hydra's guidance. It scared her that Towhee, who was such a good friend to the alpha of the neighbouring pack, had never seen the ugly face of that three headed dog. One that was unforgiving. The one, who did not feel remorse for the monstrous things it did. One, who justified them as neccessary, even if they were morally wrong. 

Wraen had fallen in tired and restless sleep. Hallucinations from her still recuperating mind were mixed with the present troubles it tried to comprehend and find a solution to. There had to be something. Things could not be so desperately ruined.