Moonspear be devout to hunger, child

Nothing spectacular had happened in Wraen's life after she had accidentally run into Charon and found her brother again. Things had set into a comfortable and familiar routine and, though not being particularly good at anything in any of the trades at the moment, the yearling tried to be there to help in all of the little, yet important things. Hunting, scouting, patrolling alongside Terance, learning to defend herself per his suggestion and looking after the kids now and then, though now they were big enough to be fine on their own. 

With all this there was little time left for daydreaming or story-telling, therefore it was a rare moment - like this rainy morning - to see her walking through the forest and with a far-off gaze in her eyes. She was physically here, but her mind was roaming the realms of imagination land - a place with many dimensions, worlds within worlds and carefully hidden doors that could lead you from one unbelievable place to the other. And in this state it was no wonder that the young wolf noticed very little that was happening around her and that she was about to run into a very real and very serious person.