Otter Creek All my flowers grew back as thorns.

The second thing Wraen noticed, when the she-wolf came closer, was that she looked vaguely familiar. Well, this was news and she quickly went through her memory to place this face alongside one of the existing files. She found none and gave a quick shake of her head to clear her mind. Mistaking her for someone else was the only possible explanation. 

"Tracking," she beckoned to the numerous footprints of the deer that had stopped by and afterwards crossed the river some strides away from them. "What about you - anywhere around from here?"