Sun Mote Copse Pattern recognition machines.

"It's not about kids, Towhee. I have no say on, where you "okay" Meerkat or Niamh Bronco. For all I know, I have no say in anything. They are not mine. But allies, sister-packs - how do you imagine that would work long-term?" Wraen asked and for the first time she realized, how fiercely she did not wish to be allied with Moonspear in any way. To owe them something. To do a favour of any kind. To be forced into friendship. And it was not all - she realized that her dislike was also rooted in the fact that Charon had chased after Maia too. The bastard had been dead for a year and still the fact that her sister and best friend in the world had swooned for the arrogant king, rubbed her the wrong way.

"My past qualms aside - how do you think Arcturus will feel about this? He just left them, severed all ties in hopes for something better. What about him?" she said. "Sister-packs..." she shook her head in disbelief and utter disappointment.