Sun Mote Copse I imagine so many things

Wraen had been out hunting muskrats in the Cricket Creek bog for the better part of the day and returned home, covered belly-deep in mud and dirt, smelling like a sewage monster. But this rather unattractive display did not stop her from smiling contentedly to herself. She had got lucky two times out of ten attempts. One rat she had eaten herself and the second she was bringing for Finley. Of the two old generation Blackthorns, she seemed to be afflicted with the old age the most (Wraen would never dare to point it out directly, of course) and deserved some care and nurture. 

She did not find the lady of the house at home, therefore she left the dinner, tucked safely inside their den, and proceeded to go to her resting place, which she shared with Maia. Her sister had not yet returned either, therefore, while waiting, Sovereign settled down on the ground and began to groom her paws and belly, even though she would have much rather fallen asleep then and there.