Sun Mote Copse When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

There wasn't much to add about Quetzal and Primrose. Alyx loved her siblings dearly and sought their approval as much as anyone else's, but if she was being honest, they just weren't on her level even with Wraen's assurances. She was a sophisticated young lady, dignified and respectable. Quetzal was much too childish and filthy to play with, while Primrose was too quiet and reserved to make for good sport. Alyx fancied that she was better suited to the company of the older wolves. Like Bronco and Figgy!

Buh he hasn't come to visit yet! Alyx protested, letting her ears wilt. If he lived so close, why hadn't he come to play with her? Well, maybe Wraen could help with that. Apparently, she was in charge of everyone here, even Mom and Dad and Towma! Upon hearing that, Alyx immediately decided that she wanted to be a Sobrun, too. She had no idea how to get there, but it sounded amazing.

So, Alyx said, faltering. So, you could tell Figgy t'come home an' play with me, then? An' he has t'listen?!