Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

"Splendid!" Wraen exclaimed and then blushed beneath her fur for the outburst of her excitement. It had been a long time since she had had an opportunity to polish her rusty story-teller skills. Plus, the fact that Osprey had always insisted that stories were of value only if you shared them with others. 

With a brief legend on her mind already, spiced up with some details of her own, she pointed out to the round Duck lake in the distance and told: "Do you see that lake? In old times lakes flew around the world in a form of clouds and were looking for the best place to land and stay. So did this one too - smaller than many of his comrades he had a hard time finding a good spot.

Until one day he fell asleep, while hovering above a forest of the same size. For whatever reason something made him fall down. What he did not know was that the forest was inhabited by a small pack of angry wolves. Naturally a large mass of water that falls on your head suddenly surprised many. Some - fled in time and swam ashore, but the grumpiest stayed. And believe it or not - the same magic that gave lakes a power to fly around, turned these remaining fellows in fish of the same demeanor. 

These fish are called "water wolves" or pike as known by most. Hardy, aggressive and always hungry." With this she finished her story. Pike had been her own invention - having once found fishbones from it and seen the set of sharp teeth in them. "So - now is your turn," she said, looking around for a good subject, until her eyes fell on the trees of Fox glade. "What do you think - how did that forest come to be?"