Whitefish River The soft and fading light

The other's wave of frustration was a mystery to Wraen, because - though she had softly forced her presence at the wolf - she hadn't acted in any way than being polite, friendly and calm. Then again her only interest was in the "shiny rock" that now was lying on the ground with it's owner's body shielding it protectively. She reasoned that, if you were curious about the object, you did not have to like or try to impress the person to whom it belonged. 

"I am not going to take it away from you," she told reassuringly. "Where did you find it?"