Blackfoot Forest All the plants in the world, it’s a party.

Wraen had been a little wary about returning to the Blackfoot forest after her previous encounter with it's grumpy resident, but, when after another day-long scouting and hunting in the valley, it was clear that she would not return home by sundown, she decided to take her chances and have a rest there. The night was uneventful, she woke up few times to the sound of screeching birds and horrible screams of foxes, roe deer passed nearby barking in an odd voice, but not a thing that would cause unrest in her. Morning arrived with hunting opportunities - mice were abundant here and she ate herself to the brim.

She was gnawing lazily on some bitter roots to ease the stuffed feeling in her belly and was thinking about various little things, when the sound and smell of an approaching wolf made her stop and listen. A head turned to the side slightly and a huge wolf-dog came into her sight. Must be a relative of Bernard's... Wraen thought and immediately wished that her friend was here now to offer the neccessary backup for the discusssion to come. For now she remained hidden from the other's side, peering through the low branches of a spruce tree.