Sun Mote Copse A cornucopia of goods

Wraen's call drew the Firebirds from far and wide, and Elwood wasn't surprised to see Finley limping onto the scene just as he arrived. Penn was a few paces ahead of his mother, and Towhee had been quick to respond, too; she was already bolting down fish like her life depended on it. Elwood's own stomach gave an appropriately-timed gurgle, but before tucking in, he padded to Finley's side and took the last few steps with her.

They had been lucky as of late to have these feasts bestowed upon them, and he hoped that it meant their luck was turning. He chuffed a thank you to Wraen, for alerting the pack to the smorgasbord of fish, and then he gulped down a few in rapid succession.