Cricket Creek Bog i can be flexible, as long as everything is exactly the way i want it

A little over a year ago Wraen had got lost in Tuktu Hinterlands during a snow-storm and, as she explored the Southern fringes of the territories her new pack inhabited, the memories of that adventure came to her mind. She wondered, what were and whether that wolf Burke, who had been Osprey's friend, and who had been so keen on dying, when they had met for the first and last time, was still around. And she remembered the bog, where she had got trapped and rescued by a kind she-wolf, whose name she had already forgotten.

However, just as she decided to bring Maia here, once she returned from her journey to visit Terance, she spotted someone else fighting it's way through the bog and not making a great progress. Recalling her own situation and therefore sympathizing with the russet wolf in the distance, Wraen stopped to assess the situation. There was a particular path that could lead you out of the place almost with dry feet and raking her brain about, what her saviour's actions had been then, all those months ago, she decided to call out to the other: "OY! Need any help there?"

Either Wraen was too far away or the stranger simply ignored her call, she did not receive any answer. Therefore after spending another 10 minutes, watching the other making it's way through the swamp, Wraen shrugged, decided that there was nothing she could do about it and left for home using a solid road that promissed no wet feet.