Whitefish River The soft and fading light

Unlike the woman, who Wraen had met some weeks earlier, and who had obliged in entertaining her curiousity about the odd stone and then made the young hunter very afraid, this one did not seem nearly as friendly. Quite the contrary, by the time she had approached and was within a comfortable distance to have a good look at the stranger and a hint of idea, what the object was, the defensive manner of the other detained her from coming any nearer. 

"What have you got there?" she decided to ask and in case of an answer, the other would have to put down the thing on the ground. And thus Wraen could see all the better, what it was.