Whitefish River it's alright if you run out of breath

For some inexplainable reason Wraen cared about the well-being of this stranger and was glad that the reason for her earlier crying was not because she was either banished or lost in the wilds. Her wary tone does not escape the girl's attention and it makes her wonder, whether it is because the other one does not know her well, or there is some secrecy about the pack that she claims to be her home. Or maybe she is simply not the talkative kind. 

"I am a Moonspearan - just on the opposite side of the flatlands," she beckoned indirectly towards, where her residence lied. Unless the wolf was entirely new to the lands, she had to know this pack - it had been around for quite a long time now. "Would you be interested in a hunt?" she asked, hoping that some activity together would break the ice between them. "I caught a fresh scent of otter tracks further down the river earlier."