Greatwater Lake Lose a little guard, let it down.

 

It had been few days since Wraen had left Moonspear's borders - busy with working towards her hunter's trade and having numerous little adventures daily, therefore setting out and leaving the company of others behind, was a very welcome change. At first she intended to visit Bramblepoint to check upon her secret hide-out (and maybe, just maybe run into that very nice wolf Tambourine), but then an enticing whiff of smells and sound of grouse drew her to Heartwood. 

It was located further away, but the trails were fresh, therefore it would have been shameful to leave them unchecked. Nose to the ground, tracking and following various scent trails she walked accross the fields, entered the forest and eventually came to a frozen river. Being about to cross the ice, she withdrew, when an inner sense told that something was amiss. However, this knowledge had escaped another person, which she saw standing on the ice few feet away from her. "Hey!" Wraen called out to the daredevil. "That's not the safest thing to do."