Moonspear to that special place

Speak of the devil... Wraen thought and almost laughed at the ways life fulfilled your wishes and surprised you along the way. She shook her head to rid of any remnants of tears, because - firstly - the enthusiasm of Hydra was contagious, and second - she did not strike her like a person, who felt any sympathy or understanding for cry-babies. "Hey, Hydra," she said and then noticed that the black she-wolf was not a lone. With her had also come the fourth sister no one talked very often about and the one she had seen from afar few times, but never mustered up the courage to go and talk to her. 

"Oh, nah - just got some dirt in the eyes," she replied with the lamest excuse in the whole world, but what did it matter now, when she was in a company of two. "You must be Julia, right?" she asked the girl. "My name is Wraen, just in case." Then she cast a glance at Hydra and said: "Lead the way!"