Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Third time, lucky, eh? 

With one paw in the dreamlands already, Wraen worked hard not to notice Pox's approach and managed to effectively block it ouf of her conscious mind. All she heard was a "swoosh" and a hefty tug (and here she slightly moved her head to release the pelt) and the young Blackthorn was a winner. Not giving up had paid off. 

"Good job, littl- oh, the brave warrior," she praised the boy. "Now I think it's time for a meal. I have a dragon amount of hunger and you need to eat something as well," with this she left the valiant knight under supervision of the other adult present and shortly returned with remnants of a something big they had killed earlier that week. She settled down to eat and shared, if the puppies showed any interest in it.