Sun Mote Copse Not another broken arm in the street

Few days ago Wraen had confided in Wildfire about her wish to have a mate and children. And in her mind both parts of the equation that equaled a family were still wrapped in a rosy mist of rainbows, sparkle and naivety. Should she have asked Niamh about bearing young now, she would have got one, which was hardly anything that Wraen could have imagined. Far from it really. It would burst her bubble of fantasy and she would be left, wondering, whether all this effort was really worth it.

But she did not know this yet and did not suspect any looming danger, when she happened to pass Colt's mate on her way to borders for one business or another. It was something that could wait and eager to have a company in Maia's absence, she went over to the sleeping beauty and greeted her with a quiet bark. If she were to continue to sleep, Wraen would not disturb her a second time.