The Heartwood Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

There was a lot for Wraen to think about lately. Starting with Galaxy's unexpected demise, the war that was brewing outside Moonspear's doorstep, but close enough to be worried about, the wounded guy she had found the other day and atop it all, ways, how to give Korei Julia the self-confidence and encouragement she so desperately lacked. Problem after a problem to solve - she was rather amazed that she cared so much and troubled with this at all. Few months ago you would not find her head-in-the-clouds self anywhere near responsibilities of the pack-life. Now... all she could deduce was that she was growing up. 

Still keen on acquairing the scout trade, Wraen had returned to the woods that were closest to Moonspear. It was not as cold as it had been a week earlier and it had not snowed either, yet food was scarce and one had to take extra effort to find something to fill the growling belly. With this in mind, the young wolf followed the various tracks and trails left by the inhabitants of the forest, eventually finding a place, where more than one roe deer had walked. However, she paused, when wind brought the unmistakeable scent of another wolf nearby. Curious - she cast a glance around and soon found the source..

There was another wolf standing atop a small hillock and scanning the area. Wraen turned so to face him and waited for the stranger to notice her.