Golden Glade Where as a child I'd hide

Wraen did not know, how long she had slept - had her eyes been closed for mere minutes or hours had gone by without her noticing? Because the young wolf woke the moment she felt the hair stand up on the back of her nape and with the uncomfortable feeling of not being alone anymore. As quietly as she could, Wraen moved so that she was now half crouching. With ears perked forward, she listened intently, while her mind analyzed the myriad of smells that came from the outside. 

The one, who was standing outside, was a wolf. With good intentions or bad - that was yet to be found out. Therefore against her better instincts of pretending that she was not there and simply waiting the other out, she crawled towards the entrance, until the tip of her muzzle was showing out and she could catch sight of the stranger outside. 

"What do you want?" she asked.