Sun Mote Copse Women, who run with the wolves

@Towhee 

Being busy kept Wraen's grief over loss of Elfie at bay. At the end of the day she would think about Wildfire's boy and pray for his safety and well-being, but she did not let those sad emotions find their way in her everyday life. The Sovereign scouted and hunted, trained the youth, when the time permitted it and they were interested, did a daily check to know that none of the copse's inhabitants had got lost or disappeared without a trace, and was glad to return to Maia's side in the evenings. 

There were still dead fish resurfacing in the river, though some of them had to be dug or scraped out of the ice, but they kept her belly full and therefore in a better mood and more energetic than a week ago. In fact, on this day she felt so good as to seek out Towhee and have that practical introduction in the mercenary trade. Also a good chance to check out, what progress her cousin had had. So - rather than calling her with a howl and thus letting everyone know, what her intentions were - Wraen walked the length of the borders, hoping to find her relative there.