Moonspear keep flying

Wraen was chewing on a broken nail, when a movement in the vicinity made her alert. She looked from one side, to the other, until her gaze locked on a white walking/limping figure in the distance. Had it not been for the telltale black socks, she would have thought that this was either Charon or Vela - there weren't that many white wolves in the area. But recognizing Gannet made her heart swell with joy. She liked her cousin and, if this encounter was going to be just as fun as their last one, she was up to having a very good time indeed.

She got to her feet and hurried towards the young male, who had now sat down to take his breath. "Hello, brave warrior," she greeted him from afar. "What has brought you to these heights?"