Blacktail Deer Plateau Washing what you know out to sea

"Raid..." Wraen furrowed her brow, trying to recall, whether the wolf she had met really had this name or another. She was pretty sure that the latter was the correct answer, but there had definitely been some similarities between the two names. Then again - it did not matter anymore, because here and now she had crossed paths with a different kind of person, who had not introduced himself yet. 

"True - I was," she replied. "My mom used to live here a very long time ago, but her then pack relocated from this place to location that was nearer the coast. Because of bad memories, but she never really told me, what were they," she had, in fact, but that was a very private matter and none of the stranger's business. "Who may I have the honor speaking to?" she asked with a smile.