Broken Antler Fen She's got a smile

Sometimes one did not have to decide for themselves - fate or a coincidence do it for you. In Wraen's case it was a gust of wind, which brought the unmistakeable smell of another wolf. She turned her head and saw the person in question standing not too far. 

The happiness about the chance to speak to the other soul took over the rational reasoning of, why it would not be wise to dash towards the stranger. At this point she was so desparate for company that she completely forgot that the other one could be hostile or dangerous. 

"Hey!" she called out to the wolf from afar, closing the distance between them in a quick trot. "Are you from around here?"