Moonspear She takes me away

"There," Wraen beckoned in the direction she had initially come from, "though the track did not start flat out there, of course. I picked a thread along the way."

"Racoon... hmm..." she thought for a bit, comparing the two memories of the scent and, while there were similarities, she could not quite say that they belonged to the same animal. "Marmot? Huh," she had never heard of that animal before. Mammoths yet, but marmots? "What are those?"