Sun Mote Copse A cornucopia of goods

Fish had never been one of his favorites—but he wouldn’t deny the call of Wraen, his newest leader, nor would he deny the sustenance she informed them of. Others had gathered—a suspicious amount of silver wolves that indicated to the golden Ostrega that many of the Firebirds were related, allowing him to feel that much more an outsider.

Casting a glance in the direction of Towhee, Pippin didn’t bother to call out to her—it would have been pointless. Instead, with a nod to any who looked to him, the newer member of their ranks delved into the fish, eager to satiate his hunger despite the crinkle of his nose in distaste.