Sun Mote Copse when you're off the phone, you wanna get a pizza.

Were overnight guests allowed? Wildfire felt an insane urge to laugh at the question. As Sovereign, she could theoretically do whatever she wanted, though she knew she was setting all sorts of precedents for the other Firebirds, especially at the beginning. Why she should feel concerned about something like that right now, she didn't have a clue. Fortunately, she suppressed the altogether inappropriate impulse to chuckle and motioned for Finley to follow her a little deeper into the copse.

She stopped beside a large boulder, probably a part of the mountain that had broken off hundreds if not thousands of years before and now lay partially embedded in the copse's cold earth. It leaned a little, creating a somewhat cozy, sheltered space on its southern side. If they bedded down here and faced the east, they would be woken by the morning sun.

"I'll get something to eat," Wildfire said, already forgetting that Finley had said she wasn't hungry. Wildfire disappeared and returned within moments, holding a dead rabbit in her jaws. She set it carefully in the boulder's shadow. She gestured for her godmother to make herself comfortable, then slipped down beside her. She pressed close, thinking to keep Finley warm and comfortable as well as fed.

For a long while, Wildfire didn't say or do much of anything. She stared off into space, then blinked over at her aunt. "I should go find Kiwi..." she said. And, right then, as she thought of breaking the news to Kiwi—although doubtless she'd overheard...—Wildfire broke. She curled into a ball (around the ragged hole ripped through her middle), face buried in her Aunt Flea's shoulder as she bawled her heart out.