Grouse Thicket Smile costs nothing

"No. Though in my case it would be the home running from me not the other way round," Wraen replied, obviously enjoying the role of being the terrible witch and was getting very comfortable in the pitch-black mantle. She only missed a broomstick and a wart on her nose, in order to have the perfect image.

"Well, I suggest you to be careful - there are quite a few packs around here. Not just the Firebirds nest over there," she gestured in the general direction of Sun Mote Copse. "There are Redhawks up North and a newly formed pack that I do not know the name of," she added. "Though terrible I am, I might say that my birds are by far the most peaceful ones."

They continued their friendly banter for a while longer and then parted as good friends.