Barrow Fields Oh, can you extract me from my plastic fantasy

Apparently Wraen was not the only one, who had been drawn to this area, because she spots a flash of fiery red and orange, moving across the fields. At first she thought it was a fox, because it's hard for her to tell shapes in detail from a distance. However, when it had come closer and was doing so at in a very determined stride and speed, she recognized the similarities between this guy and her I-am-not-a-coyote friend from Sunspire.

Unlike the first time, when she met a coywolf in person, she did not act aggressive or defensive, just watched him curiously and wondering, if the fellow was so very keen on inspecting every inch of the ground, when would he finally notice her. And - speak of the devil! "Hey," Wraen greeted him in a friendly manner. "What are you hunting for?"