Sun Mote Copse Danger days

"That would not make much of a holiday for you, would it?" Wraen smiled, assuming that Wildfire did not get much away-time and that such moments of freedom should be cherished. Especially now, when the little brutes were teething and each feeding time must be painful. She had her own mother's patient, but weary look in vivid memory, when nearly two-month old Maia and her comrades had almost pushed her off her feet in their attempt to eat as much as possibl. 

"We can hang around - if you are in no hurry to leave just yet - and I will visit Eljay and the little chics later in the day," Wraen offered her own plan. Maia was away for the time being and she would enjoy company in the evening. Plus - perhaps, the lucky father would be interested in continuing his education at story-telling. "I can be even so generous as to invite you over for a lunch!" she went on. "I have some grouse remains hidden and, if I remember correctly, I owe you some, don't I?" another reason to visit her and Maia's "apartment", if Wildfire had not already done so.