Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

Wraen had been pretty busy with so many other things that Charon and Maia's relationship and where exactly it was heading to had not crossed her mind often. And she had never found the right moment to ask her sister about him herself for the fear of being rebuked and thought as a meddling know-it-all. She did not mind them being friends, but she did not wish to see this grow into something more significant. Funny, really, were it any other guy than her former alpha, she would not have cared half as much. 

This all came to her mind, when she caught scent of a Moonspearan wolf nearby, while she was out hunting in the vicinity. She froze, she tested the air some more and after some deliberation went to investigate. If it was Charon, she would probably tell him her mind politely and as harmlessly as possible (with a very real chance of demolishing, whatever truce they had sealed weeks earlier). However, it was not the King himself, rather one of his subordinates. Someone she did not recognize. 

"Good afternoon," she greeted the fellow from afar. "What has brought you so close to Firebirds' realm?" she asked in a friendly and neighbourly curiousity.