Silverlight Terrace And if I'd stare too long

Usually the declaration to the darkness was enough to make Wraen feel better. However, when the darkness spoke back to you - things changed, tables were turned and whatever - Wraen jumped and spun around to see, who or what it was. She managed to figure out that the voice belonged to shape, which accompanied by the orchestra of breaking twigs and rustling leaves, emerged from the darkness out in the open. 

It was too soon to tell, whether the wolf before her was a friend or a foe, but Wraen decided that it was best of to start politely, friendly and - perhaps - if the person in front of her had a hint of humor in him, with a joke. "Well, you definitely hold that title now. Mr.... what's-your-name?"