Sun Mote Copse To the priest with his broken arrows

Avery's ears pricked as she trailed behind Wraen, though they swept back against her head briefly when Bronco spied them and began to whine. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from giggling at his tone of voice; she could understand that he was quite disappointed by the turn of events, although she was certain Wraen hadn't purposefully stolen his wing-less prey.

She glanced back at Bronco as Wraen offered to take them hunting for muskrats and offered a good-natured shrug of her shoulders. Hunting wasn't her thing, but that wasn't to say she wasn't any good at it. She had the basic skills of any young wolf; it just wasn't something that she had spent an excess of time on. She was willing to tag along, though. "Th-that sounds good to m-me," she said agreeably.