Tuktu Weir I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

The water was ice cold and made Wraen shiver, while drinking it. Someone's call from a near distance made her look up and freeze. There was an old-looking, but rather large wolf hobbling her way with his gaze fixed at her and made her feel like a kid, who has been caught stealing apple's in the elderly neighbour's garden. And though the most logical solution for the situation was to put a big distance between them as fast as possible (in case this old man was not alone), the name he called out sparked her curiosity and made her stay. 

"I am not Osprey," Wraen replied kindly, because it was not the first time someone from her mom's past mistook her daughter for the old and noble lady herself. "But she is my mother. Who are you and how do you know her?"