she is restless. her pelt burns and itches in the noonday sun, and once more she wonders why sleep will not come and allow her to forego this part of the day. but she's given up on it, and wanders once more outside the borders. the sun begins it's descent, yet not fast enough, and her pelt is on end as if to allow the heat trapped near her skin easier escape. it makes the fit woman look much larger than she is, nimble-footed as she descends the sharp rock, target set on a creek that runs somewhere below, one she can not yet see.
Though the event concerning a murder of a wolf on Sunspire's borders had now been overshadowed by other things and quite forgotten, Wraen still felt uncomfortable, whenever she happened to be in company with either Olive or her daughter Cassiopea. Suddenly the former's "too-good-to-be-true" nature did not seem trustworthy, as the latter's standoffish character and keeping to herself. In beta's opinion, she would feel a lot better, if the two were not in the pack anymore, but that was not for her to decide and therefore she kept her thoughts to herself.
However, when she almost ran into Cassiopea on her way back to Sunspire, it was too late to slink away and pretend that she had not noticed the other. Because most likely either the sound of her foot-falls or the scent had already been registered by the packmate. And with the thought that - perhaps - getting to know this mystery wolf a little better, would help to clear her suspicions, Wraen greeted the other with a quiet bark and said: "Have not seen you on this side of the mountains often. What lured you out?"
paws splashed into the creek, startling an unseen vole that burst from the cover of reeds and sped back up the bank. gaze flickered briefly to it, but was distracted soon enough by seeking out more like it by the approaching footfalls of another, a flicker of wolfscent.
salmon tongue flicks across her lips briskly as she recognizes the approaching figure of Wraen, manoeuvring back up the bank even though some part of her wishes to allow her forepaws to linger in the coolness. but never deeper, never too far in, not anymore. "I was restless," she answers honestly, auds flickering as a fly drones by on her left. "thought there might be better chance at prey, out here." she wonders if she knows. if Rannoch's shared what she told him - he has the right to, yet she wonders just how one spreads to news of a murderer.
Rannoch was good at keeping secrets and Wraen did not know that Cassiopeia had confessed to him during a private conversation. She just suspected that something did not entirely stick with the story and - the knowledge of the truth would have hardly improved her opinion of the matter. Killed wolves did not sit well with her, even if she realized that these things happened and sometimes there was a good reason for one's life to be ended.
But Wraen was glad that the dark girl had mentioned prey, because hunting was something she could relate to and talk quite a lot. Therefore she pounced at the opportunity to avoid awkward silences or any accusing or prying words escape her lips. After all she trusted Rannoch's judgement and, if he deemed the case closed, who was Wraen to keep mulling on and about it. "In fact, there is. I often hunt in the Southern parts of this valley," she beckoned to the Wapun meadow in the distance. "A lot of small critters live there - plenty for one day's keep. And now and then I have wandered North as well. A friend of mine there showed, where wild turkey live," she gestured in the opposite side, though there was not much to see of it with all the rocks and hills aroun.
"If you wish, we can go and explore a bit ther - might find something useful," she said.
the woman proposed a hunt - well, in the least, a search for something edible. she dipped her head, agreeing easily. "lead the way." together, they were far more likely to find something, and take that something down should it come to that. she'd fall into step beside the woman should Wraen lead them to one of the promising spots, silence lasting only a moment before she broke it once more. "have you been far to the north?" she'd never been much further than the mountain range, and harboured little desire to - still, she was curious as to what lay there.
"Far North? It depends, which North you have in mind," Wraen replied, casting a quick glance at Cassiopeia on her side and then stopping briefly, to assess the area. Nothing seemed to be out of hand, therefore she proceeded, leading them towards the place, where the birds lived.
"If you mean that North, where the Hell freezes over, then no - never seen that one," she offered. "Here - however - I have been to the oceanside during winter months, but that is about it of extent of my journeys," Wraen concluded. "Why do you ask? Want to meet with the Ice bears?"
Wraen chatted for a litle longer with Cassiopea and they went home together.