The Sunspire Boojums, snarks, spectral goats

Wraen had heard a brief recap of, what had transpired on the borders, while she had been away, hunting in the plains. She was annoyed at herself about having missed such an important event, where her pack's safety had been at stake, but was glad to find out that people had got away unharmed. The spring was coming, but they could not afford having injured wolves in the absence of a trained healer.

She had discovered footprints of a porcupine in the vicinity of the borders and, recalling that one time, when she had got a taste of it's meat, followed the trail. The scent was not entirely fresh and, Wraen had no idea, how to hunt those prickly beasts safely and therefore no plan about, what to do, when she run into her object of interest. Luck would have it that she spotted Treason in the distance. And with a good faith that she might have some tips of, how to deal with prey that could injure your badly, if you weren't careful, she called out to her: "Hey, would you mind coming over for a moment?"