Sun Mote Copse Whenever life gets you down, Mrs Brown...

Finley was old, smart and observant, Wraen blushed and felt embarrassed as a kid, whose mum has caught him stealing jam from the pantry. "Kind of, yeah," she nodded, looking defeated, but also surprisingly at ease as well. The Blackthorn matriarch did not look the least bit phased or amused by her rather painful state.

"Ray-bee? That's a new one. I will save it for future use," Wraen agreed cheerfully and then corrected. "I am Wraen. I don't think that we have met before, but you two are so much alike," she said and having forgotten her earlier issue with getting frozen to the ice - moved. She got free, but not without leaving a fleshy pair of footprints, where she had stood earlier. 

"I am free!" she told Finley, tail wagging, then plopped down on her stomach and began to groom the sore spots on her paws.