Moonspear You can see your life out the window tonight

It seemed to Wraen that the burrow's former inhabitant had long since gone - either having been hunted and eaten, or stinked out by a fox. They used to do such things, but the girl found no proof that the canid had lived here. Good thing she was of small stature, because on further inspection, it looked like the place was spacious enough for someone like her. And moments later she had slid underground. 

I could actually live here. She thought cheerfully, crawling around and sniffing at the sandy floor, walls and the ceiling. It was definitely nicer and more comfortable than her current residence in the stone den. Had it not been for the sound of someone walking nearby, Wraen would not have left the place and tested it's suitability for naps. For a moment she considered ignoring, whoever it was, but the curiousity won over. 

She crawled out and from afar it may have looked like she appeared from thin air. "Hey, Hydra!" Wraen called out to the familiar form of the dark she-wolf, though she was not 100% sure that it wasn't any other of the sisters.