Sun Mote Copse i'd rather chase the Sun than wait for it.

She hesitates momentarily before she answers. Wren, one ear flicks backward. Her own name was beginning to sound harsh on her ears the more she introduced herself to various strangers. I, uh, met someone in a pack from around here the other day. Her other ear follows the first, pinning to the sides of her head in a bashful airplane motion. She wouldn'r elaborate on who it was. Perhaps he knew, or maybe he didn't.
You like it here? Her nervousness had faded into curiosity. 'Fig' seemed to be open enough to indulge her in her inquiries. Not that you know what it's like anywhere else, but... y'know.