Whitefish River to boldly go

Not again... Wraen thought, when a sharp pain went from her cheekbone and resonated in her skull. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, in order to have the wave of pain pass sooner and eventually it did. Though not without consequences, she lied there breathing quickly for some time without realizing that someone else had appeared.

When a worried inquiry about her well-being reached her ears, Wraen rolled to her belly, wincing again and it took her some time to steady herself. Then she looked up to the most unusual looking wolf and mustered up a weak smile. "Hey... hit my head."