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Kiwi, probably, was a coward. To be honest, Wraen no longer knew, what to think of her or how to judge her. On one side there was the fact that she was Wildfire's daughter and just as Elwood had pointed out, when she had told about the whole ordeal, she was still family. Somehow. In some very complex way. And yet on the other side there were consequences of her actions. Colt had died, they had lost a leader, Niamh a beloved husband, Bronco and Nellie - a father, and Finley a partner in crime and best friend since birth.

Wraen had spared the girl's life, because she had hoped that one day she would repent her sin and fully grasp, what she had done, that - perhaps - she would learn from that experience, move on. Wraen had seen some hope for the girl, had not wished her to be evil, just misguided and stupid. Yet, maybe, the right thing to do then would have been to corner her, call for other adults and have her judged there and then. Thus she would be able to go with collective decisions and wash her hands in innocence. After all... had it been her right to give Kiwi a second chance? Was it truly Niamh's right to decide on the girl's fate, if she ever met her again? Wraen did not know the right answers to any of these questions. She did not believe there  were such. 

"Me and your father weren't that close at the time," Wraen wished she had more stories to tell about her and Colt, but she had not known the guy too well. "But he had a lot of early-age adventures together with Finley, if I remember correctly," she said. "Unfortunately I did not have that much time to ask her to tell them all, but - perhaps - Towhee or Phox remember more. They grew up with those legendary tales."