Grouse Thicket And winter came...

Their meeting after a year-long hiatus had been awkward and Wraen had felt bad about it afterwards. They had had some good times, hadn't they? Even if they had not lasted and life had got in the way, she felt ashamed for being distant and cold towards Liffey. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that their friendship had lasted as long as they had had common interests in mind. Such as leading a pack together, taking care of children. Once that had ended, there was nothing really to talk about.

Not to mention that the fate had a bad sense of humor and timing, when their paths crossed again. Wraen was in a mood that she was least likely to want to rekindle old friendship. On the other hand - Liffey was a neighbour now and they needed some status quo, right? With a sigh she herded her misery behind a fence, to revisit it later and turned to greet the Blackthorn woman with a warmer expression. "Hi," she said. "Did not expect to meet you here."