Sun Mote Copse sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions

when the kindly woman stated that he would have been the first to sing for his chance at entrance into their pack, deku wondered whether or not he had made a wise decision by approaching the borders of the firebirds. when he thought back to his meeting with weejay, he had imagined that the rest of her pack would have been very similar to her. she had really enjoyed her plants and flowers. there was a chance that he had happened upon a pack of healers and florists. there were certainly worse places he could be.
 
“my mama is minori and my brother is orochi!” the young boy exclaimed with an eager bounce in his step. wraen had properly expressed how important it was that he provide details. the starchaser could not think of how much more he should say, or if there was information that he wished to provide that would prove very useless to the woman. he followed her obediently, doing what he could to be respectful. minori had not raised a savage child – deku knew his manners.
 
touched at the idea that she would offer her own den to him, young deku could not help the smile that spread along his features. his silver gaze glittered as he looked up to her. the boy was starstruck by her kindness.