Otter Creek All my flowers grew back as thorns.

It had not occurred to Wraen that other people might have different and even more experience of the mountains than she did, therefore she was not entirely convinced that this person's endeavor to find her brother would end well. Especially, if she went up in the mountains. And, who could say for sure that the brother was still alive and kicking? But it was not Wraen's place to speculate and speak her mind out loud to the stranger. She had helped all she could. 

"Forgive me for taking more of your time - but I understood correctly - you come from the Blackfeather woods?" she asked.