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In a myriad of smells that Wraen passed by that day, one stood out particularly and, when it entered her range for the third time, she postponed, whatever had been on her mind, to follow it. It was early morning, the mist had played in the grass during the night and just as the first rays of the sunlight reached the territories below, it disappeared, leaving dew behind and enhancing the strong and rich smell of grass and earth. 

But through all this the scent Wraen was following cut through as a knife. It was so different from, what she had known up until now, but strangely - felt that this should have been familiar as well. With her nose close to the ground she ploughed through the grass with no idea, what would await her at the end.