The Sunspire I want to dance in the graveyards

Getting through the reeds and densely growing bushes was harder than Wraen had initially anticipated. For every three step progress she had, she got stuck at least once, had to fight and claw her way through twice and turn around to find a new passage - thrice. She was beginning to become frustrated with the whole situation and had some very dark thoughts about stupid birds that were more trouble than good, when all of a sudden a green frog in an attempt to escape leapt right on Wraen's face.

"Shit!" she barked, shaking her head and thus the offending amphibian away. She followed it with an annoyed look, until it disappeared in the water with a quiet "plonk". Few minutes later, however, the hunter had some luck and she stumbled upon a nest, where there were at least five, white medium-sized eggs assembled neatly. The fate - on the other hand - had decided to make this supposedly easy gathering a bit spicier. Because there, on the edge of the nest a snake was curled up. And if there was one animal that Wraen despised, feared and hated, it was these legless lizards. 

"Maia - could you come here for a moment?" she called out to her younger sister. Perhaps, she had more guts and more knowledge on the reptile before her.