Blackbeak Bluff Surfin' Dudes

Just, when one thinks that he or she has seen all in the world, it put's it hand in the pocket and pulls out an unexpected surprise. A beautiful, golden clock, covered in runes and mystical symbols, a white dove, a string of colourfoul bandanas tied together, a card that you have just picked out of a deck or - in Wraen's case - a beautiful and very interesting place at the edge of the still green Barrow fields. 

She had found this steep cliff, when she had chased a rat, and only by a sheer luck (and sixth sense) had she ceased her chase few feet away, while the panicked rodent had not been too smart and steered right off the edge. There was a shrill squeak that was drowned by the sound of waves crashing against the rocks several feet downwards. Perplexed and curious she had drawn slowly closer, until she stood on the very margin that separated her from a very violent and painful death, if she was to fall down. And funnily enough the first thing that came to her mind - well, I am not getting that lunch, am I...

She had resumed her hunting elsewhere on safer grounds and happened to pass the same place again, when she was on her way to the temporary residence she and Maia had occupied. Now - instead of a rodent - there was a wolf standing there, and being in a good mood (it always is, when you have full belly), she made a little detour and approached the stranger. "Good day, to a fellow traveller!" she greeted him from afar, careful not to scare him. People, in her experience, could be jumpy, if taken by surprise, and being jumpy around this dangerous place was not the adjective you were looking for. "What has brought you here?"