Hoshor Plains Wrap my arms around him and pretend

Wraen picked up the mournful song of another lone wolf in the wilds. She stopped and listened to the very end of it, savouring every melody, every emotion it conveyed. She turned around to scan the area and see, if the person was in the immediate vicinity of her. But no such luck. The sound could cover a long distance over wide open spaces, the owner of the beautiful voice could really be anywhere. 

Therefore - in order to draw him or her (she could not yet tell) out - Wraen tipped her head back and howled in response.