Grouse Thicket Pan's labyrinth

If Wraen had thought that the scents she had found were love-children of wishful thinking and her imagination, then the sound of Rannoch's voice shattered that assumption. She spun around, saw the familiar shape and form of her former alpha and friend (hopefully, still active), knew that her faculties at creativity were not that skilled to make a living, bones and flesh Rannoch from the depths of her mind out in the living world. 

"Rannoch!" she exclaimed and bounded towards him, her tail wagging happily and wiggling her butt along the way. She pranced the last two strides to him, bowed and got up, and forgetting all an every polite boundaries, broke inside his personal space and sniffed his muzzle (with occasional licks inbetween) eagerly. "What are you doing here of all places?" she asked, when the first burst of excitement had calmed down.