Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

Their Sergeant-at-arms arrived soon after the game had begun, and Wraen cut it short to have a good look at Niamh. Not for the first time she was glad that the "bliss of motherhood" had bypassed her, because the once beautiful and elegant she-wolf looked worn, tired and had suffered attacks from multiple little jaws with sharp, pointy teeth. She pitied the lass, then casted a quick glance over at Towhee, then back at Niamh.

"No plan, just plain fun," she explained. "Away from crying children and leadership duties, some witching around - you know, the usual," she grinned and beckoned in the direction of the Cricket Creek bog. "Our Mother Hero could have her beauty sleep in peace and quiet, if she so prefers," she suggested.