Sun Mote Copse There's a song in my heart now

from the other side of wrean and maia -- corinna listened intently. she learned the trades of the three wolves around her, as well as their names and relations. interesting. the caramel dipped she-wolf flicked and ear, and then chimed in. 

"i'm quite skilled in the trade of healing," she offered to kiwi, who she quite vividly remembered from her first trip to the copse, "i'd be glad to give you some lessons." her eyes glinted, remembering how entitled the little girl had been upon their last interaction. if she would be as humble as to accept teachings from her, corinna could easily knock her down a few pegs. 

to wraen and maia, she added, "my name is corinna, pleasure."