The Sunspire And it's keeping me up at night, hmm

Wraen was surprised, when tracks of a porcupine she had been following, suddenly disappeared in thin air near a tree. She walked around it few times, kept sniffing the ground, found some quills and tufts of fur, as well as a pee mark further away, but the animal itself had vanished. 

Just like that.

Though the young hunter loved the life's mysteries and believed that magic in one form or another existed, this was just odd and stupid. Something was not right - and as she was thinking about it, Newton's laws applied to a clump of half-melted snow that detached itself from the branches above, fell down and hit the young wolf straight on her head.

Ouch! Wraen shrank, but lifted her muzzle and looked up (what she had not done earlier). There, wedged between the branches, was the porcupine.

Seabreeze