Sun Mote Copse now it's hard to breathe

I will sneak in for couple of posts and then leave, when Finley and Elwood come in.

Wraen had kept a respectful distance from Eljay during the first few days after Wildfire's death, giving him enough time to mourn on his own. She was sure that there were other family members that kept tabs on him, though at least once a day she came to check out the immediate vicinity of her leader's home, to make sure that no puppies had gone astray unnoticed. 

Today, however, she had a particular reason to come and visit, because she had found, what she thought, would make a nice toy for the two kids. A half-broken deer skull with a piece of antler still attached to the head. The animal had been young, when it had met it's end, and the bone had lied on the ground long time afterwards. Aside from it's interesting shape, it bore no scent of the animal, not a single piece of a tasty morsel was left. 

Wraen was greeted by Elfie first, who, once he was done being broody over the unfairness of life, had engaged in a game with her and later on, she had brought back the sleepy and tired puppy back to his father and sister. The boy was still not entirely happy - there was weariness and sadness about him, but the twinkle in his eyes, when he beheld the toy the older wolf had brought him, meant that even for a short while he would have a pleasant distraction.

"Thought I came by and see, how three of you are doing," she greeted Eljay with a kind, sympathetic smile. "How are you - how are the kids?"