Greatwater Lake no one told you when to run--you missed the starting gun

The unblemished corner of her mouth quirked in a small smile as Wraen sniffed herself. "Bad things happened to me in the mountains," she explained, blinking slowly. "I know that smell very well. I'll never forget it." At least it seemed that this alpine wolf was innocuous. After all, even Serem, who had wrapped herself in pleasantry, quickly revealed her true, sinister nature. If Wraen was evil, Maegi should know it by now.

"I've never heard of it," she remarked. "I live in the woods, not far from here. Do you know a wolf named Skullchaser?" Best to just come right out and say it. If Wraen had any idea of his whereabouts, she could use this opportunity to track him down. Bring deadly pink with her, too. . . She enjoyed the notion of watching him twitch and drool to death.