Moonspear Sweet child o' mine

Now and then Wraen returned to the caves at the foot of the tall mountain the Moonspear wolves called their home. Since the days had become colder, there were no dangers of encountering rattle-snakes or any snakes, that would make the young wolf run for her dear life, and she was free to explore the place and fill the empty spaces with the creatures from the palace of her mind. 

The last time she had placed a small size snot-troll in almost triangular shaped crevice in the wall. He was a shy person and therefore preferred lodgings, where he could see everyone, but not vice versa. Today, however, she was moving up and down the rocky path, jumping from boulder to boulder in a search for a hiding place of a grumpy goblin. Not that he had expressed any wish to leave her mind, but he had spilled grumpiness for quite some while and Wraen wanted to fire him respectfully.