Moonspear a little something to make me sweeter

In a long string of cold, cloudy, wet, rather gray days with daylight hours that became shorter as the season marched in the direction of the solstice, even the sight of the sun between the gaps of the thick, misty blanket was a welcome change. Wraen, who was tired after the late evening and early morning hunting expeditions, had climbed up the mountain, found the most perfect corner (hidden from the winds, but open to sunlight) and was enjoying the meager rays of warmth.

She had been dozing for a while, when she heard soft footfalls coming her way. Eyes opened and she lifted her head lazily, to see, who it was. The person did not appear right away, therefore Wraen yawned and put her head back on the ground, sighing and stretching her limbs and deciding that it would not make any difference in what position she was waiting for the person's appearance, as long as her eyes were open. However after few blinks, they closed and she was almost asleep again.