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

Perhaps the philosophy of "I am the worst thing you will meet in this forest" really did work - the dark wolf-like creature Wraen was spying on through the low branches of the fir-tree, seemed to lack confidence. Which - in part - was a good thing, because, if she decided to run off, the stranger would most likely not follow her. But dashing away was not an option, because the clearest past lead straight to and past the dark wolf, the opposite side of the forest being like thickly over-grown jungle.

Wraen deliberated for a moment and then stepped out from her hiding place in plain view. She was going to win this game with confidence. "Yes? Is there something you wanted?" she asked, giving an impression of person, who is greeting another on her doorstep.