Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

"Laziness is the driving force behind progress," Wraen retorted to the girl and to, whatever doubts she had for the safety of the plan. She measured the distance between the place she was perched on and the place, where the she-wolf was standing. Then her gaze travelled from one snow covered mound to the other, choosing the best possible route.

"Wish me luck," she called out to the stranger. Meet you at the other end. And without letting herself to ponder any longer or think too much about the danger that she might get into, Wraen jumped swiftly from one mound to the next and daring to run over the ice, where there no mounds left between the last fifth of the bog and the solid ground.

"That wasn't so bad, eh?" Wraen told the girl, shaking her coat and looking over the location she had just left. "Name's Wraen - what is yours?"