Kintla Flatlands if you listen close, you can hear him cry

It seemed that after the long weeks spent walking through unpopulated land Wraen had suddenly arrived in a place, which was buzzing with life - the lone wolf she had met first was neither the only one, nor the last. There were packs around here and judging by the various scent trails that cris-crossed the unclaimed lands - there was no shortage of people. 

This realization made Wraen both happy and confused, because now that her social needs were almost quenched she had no idea, what to do next. When she had left her family, putting distance between her and her problems had been the sole purpose. But, now that she was far away - where to?

A sound of footsteps nearby brought Wraen out of the moment of deep contemplation. She got to her feet just in time to see another wolf approaching.