Bramblepoint Soundwaves of shimmering sands

"Nah, he has not told me anything either and I am not going to pry. I am glad to have him around. All that boisterous and off-limits Blackthorn charm makes me smile every single day," Wraen grinned, recalling, how they had made a poem together and then looked back at other just as amusing encounters in the past. He never ceased to entertain, made her wonder, if he was anything like Finley in his youth. Because he sure sounded a bit like her. 

"Well - that's big news. Last I met Bronco he was all excited about Moonspear and what he is learning there and so on. There was not a mention about him hitting on his own together with others, but I am glad that they have progressed," she replied, feeling genuinely happy for the guy. "I understand correctly - the pack consists of mainly young wolves like them? Or did they drag a grumpy elder from the mountain tops too just to have fun?" she asked with a smile.

"What about Towhee - has she met a man that has wooed her and rocked her world?" she did not think it to be likely, but you never knew. Story went that there was someone for everyone out there, though even she did not have the capacity to imagine, what would a perfect man for the firebird could be.