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Wraen was so used to the fact that people always needed something from her, that Phox's cheerful announcement was met with a baffled look and awkward silence. Small-talk, really? She half-expected him to tell that he was preparing ground for more sinister news (she did not know much about the ways of men, but women weren't usually too straightforward, when they wished to deliver negative information), but, when that did not happen, she sighed and shook her head. 

"I am sorry," she apologized and smiled at him politely. "It is a little unusual," said she, trying to recall, what had Phox exactly asked her and where to start answering. "Umm... good, I guess? What about you - are kids alright? How are Frosthawks doing?" it was easier to shoot questions back at her partner, while she remembered, what it meant to talk about things that did not directly concern pack management.