Lake Rodney And even monsters can do good in this world.

The sight Wraen stumbled upon was not a pretty one - a young wolf, after giving yet another ear-piercing, brain-shattering howl attacked the icy surface of the lake, letting out all the built up frustration out.  Warching this felt like reading someone's diary - interesting, exciting and yet there is this nagging feeling that tells you, how wrong it is to get a glimpse of the person's innermost secret and private thoughts. 

Had not the other noticed her presence, Wraen would have turned around and left the stranger alone. Now - that option was still valid - but she thought that she should apologize at least. "Hi!" she said, approaching the other carefully, having not forgotten the unfriendly way the other one had greeted her. "Is everything alright with you?" Obviously not, but it would sound totally off, had she asked "what is wrong with you?"