Whitefish River you were born for the stars

Tired from the tracking earlier today, Wraen had found a nice safe hollow in the vicinity of the White-fish river, curled up in a ball and fallen sound asleep. What had been meant to close eyes for a few minutes, turned out to be around two hour long nap. And she would have slept longer, had not the borders of her dream-world been crossed by a sound of footsteps and someone drinking water. 

Alert and curious she quietly untangled herself and exited her quarters, blinking her eyes against the bright daylight, until they were finally used to it. She spotted a whiteish wolf on the river-bank and after a brief moment of deliberation, she approached it paralell and stopped at the same bank, some distance away. With one corner of her eyes watching the other wolf, she too satiated her thirst in the river.

The other, however, did not seem to be interested in making a contact with Wraen, therefore after some hesitation, the girl turned and went away.