Sun Mote Copse Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Wraen's paying a visit to the little peeps (@Quetzal , @Primrose Redhawk , @Alyx ) and proud mom - @Niamh - and/or dad @Phox )

Now that the kids had outgrown the stage, where they were pure, innocent angels to their parents and boring loaves of fluff, feet and ever-so-hungry mouths to the rest of the world, Wraen decided to pay a visit. It was not that she had deliberately avoided the whole family - she had exchanged formal greetings and congratulations, when and where it had been required, but with the family nest already bustling with people, she did not wish to meddle. 

Besides forging of three brand new firebirds did not mean that Wraen's duties as a Sovereign of the pack became any less. She did her share of patrols and providing for the young and at the end of the day felt just as tired and in no mood for social activities as the rest of the working class. But this day was different - two successful days of hunting in a row and and catching glimpse of a deer herd in the glade, meant that she was not only in the mood of a little celebration, but in a process of organizing a group hunt. 

With these two important reasons in her mind and the genuine curiousity to see, how Niamh's and Phox's brood had turned out now that they finally looked remotely like wolves, she neared the denning site and announced her arrival from afar with a bark.