Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

Towhee may or may not realize it, but she was blessed to have just one, reasonably well-behaved kid, instead of three teething, biting, yelling chaos-makers that Niamh and Phox tried to herd. The last time Wraen had properly met her Honoree, she had looked far from the beautiful, sly and feminine self that she usually was. Ragged and very exhausted - somebody, who definitely needed a decent hours of rest away from her offspring. Wraen felt sorry for her Sergeant-at-arms and at the same time felt less sorry for herself of not being able to have any kids at all. 

Regent was the first to come and, Wraen shot her a questioning glance of, where the heck the third hag was hiding, but since they were in no hurry either, she did not mind waiting for a while. Even if they did not manage to go far away from Sun Mote Copse for their outing, even the remoter areas of their pack territory would do. To fill the time, Wraen was invited for a game and she did not decline. She snapped playfully at Towhee, bent down in a play bow and waited for her friend's next move.