Otter Creek All my flowers grew back as thorns.

Nearby? Wraen turned to look over her shoulder and stared at the dark woods looming in the distance with a frown. Could it be that nearby? Most likely - yes - unless this was another packmate that Rannoch had accepted and she had missed the news. And - now, what? She faced Takiyok now, expression thoughtful.

Technically, Sunspire and Blackfeather woods were not supposed to be friends, because of... the bad stuff that had happened to Moonspear and the war at Redhawk caldera. Come to think of it - on one side it was a wise thing to keep a distance, on the other - how come that they had deemed this pack their enemies, even though they had had no direct interactions or fights. Ever?

Now - should she continue talking or excuse herself and run for the hills? Could this wolf turn out to be a cunning murderer or torturer that the said pack was infamous for? But she did not look bad. Hmmm.... "Wraen from the hills," she replied, realizing that maybe she should not have given her real name a little too late. "I am not trespassing, am I? These are not claimed hunting grounds I do not happen to have any knowledge about?" she decided to go for diplomacy for time being.