Greatwater Lake Run, whirlwind, run

Nara was not the only one, who had ventured outside Sunspire that day. Wraen - as per usual - was down in the Hoshor plains since early morning, mousing diligently, in order to bring back the half-digested rodent-soup back to the whelps, who were beginning to live on more solid food. 

Feeling quite safe in the tall grass, she had curled up and taken a nap, and was awoken two hours later by approaching footfalls and rustling of the green stalks around her. The approaching person was not particularly keen on not making her presence known and the accompanying whiff of smell told Wraen that this - in fact - was no stranger, but her good friend.

She got to her feet, stretched and set out to follow the fellow hunter, until she caught her sight and greeted from afar: "Hey! What brings you out here?"