Cedar Sweep Must be nice

It had been just a day, since Maia had left and Wraen was not coping with it very well. She found little comfort in the Sunmote copse, her mind was far away, when she was hunting or playing with the kids and in general she had lost interest in anything that happened in the pack now. She kept wondering, if it was still not too late to catch up with her sister. Surely - day old tracks would be easy to find, right? She would not have gone that far by now, would she?

Without the comfort of Maia's presence in their shared quarters, Wraen left the copse to have a walk and wallow in her misery. Life sucked in so many ways at the moment and she wished very much that her decision to stay out of loyalty and sense of duty to the Firebirds' wolves would pay off in the future. She would be very disappointed, if it would not. Lost in such thoughts she missed the fox, which slinked past her and away in the darkness, however, several feet down the road she became aware of another person being nearby. 

It was not Maia, of course, but a familiar smell and face still. "Phox?" she stopped and called out to the dark form of a wolf in the vicinity.