Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

"That would be excellent, except no men are allowed. Hags only," Wraen replied, following Towhee, who had taken the lead and was taking them further and further away in the bog. The familiar scents and sounds of the pack and the forest they inhabited dwindled away and soon it was only them three, soft sound of footfalls against moss, occasional splashing through the pools and chorus of frogs in the background. 

At some point Wraen veered to the side, pounced and a second later tossed up a frog in the air, caught it and gobbled it down, hardly chewing it. "Slimy, yet satisfying," she told Niamh, who had been the most vocal in regards of the food they were supposed to eat. "Though on the second thought, I should have tried to kiss it first to see if it turned into a prince. Now I might never find out," she mused humorously.

"Towhee, seeing you as the only other spinster here - I say, you give a hefty lick to the next frog you find and only then eat," she grinned.