Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

Wraen watched Bronco's childish shenanigans with a crooked grin in her lips. He was creative in his own particular way - you had to give him that - and she guessed that this kind of attention seeking strategy had to come from the Blackthorn side of the family, because she could not imagine for the world that sunshine-golden Niamh would lay in the dirt like this just to make an impression. 

She let him scoot closer and closer, the smile disappeared, her gaze grew focussed and those, who knew her well, would easily guess that there was something cooking inside her mind. The moment Bronco's paw touched hers, she sprang to her feet and pounced at him, aiming for the loose fur around his neck, eager to grab him and hold him on the spot just for a moment. It was not every day you got to tackle a Blackthorn.