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

For a wolf, who took interest in lore and supernatural, Wraen sometimes lacked understanding in other people's areas of interests, especially, if they did not match her own. She looked at the mounds, but found nothing peculiar about them. Not worth exploring anyway. Unless, of course, they contained giant moles (the black pelted animals, dwelling underground).

"My name is Wraen," she introduced herself. "Who may be you?" After some chit-chat they ways parted and they never saw each other again.