Whitefish River The soft and fading light

"And are there more rocks like these there?" Wraen continued to dig for more information, ignoring the fact that the black wolf was not very willing to share the details or talk to her at all. It would probably be polite to leave the person be, if they wished so, and yet the young hunter's selfish side indulged her to keep her unwanted company a little longer, because she knew she had caught a very peculiar fish in her net.