Whitefish River The soft and fading light

"You are probably right - though she seemed very convincing to me," Wraen replied with a light-hearted laugh. Pressing the matter further would be pointless now and feeling that it was about time she had worn the other's patience very thin, she got to her feet, stretched leisurely and with an apparent pleasure in the action. Then shook her coat and gave one last look to the wolf. "Well, thank you for sparing your precious time with me - my curiousity has been sufficiently satisfied. I will go have a look at those shiny stones myself now," and with this she headed off.

Thanks for the thread!