Iktome Plains Phantoms and Blood

It was almost a week now and the sharp ache in Wraen's heart after Maia had left the Teekon had somewhat dulled. She was still lonely, but it was not as painful as it had been and she decided not to wallow in sorrow any longer and fill her time with work and duties present. And, who knows, perhaps the moment of their reunion would come sooner than she expected. 

She had taken few days leave from her pack to scout the plains North to the copse. These lands she had crossed on numerous occasions already, but had never taken time to inspect them more thoroughly. Who would have known that in one corner co-habited pools of sea-food, a lifeless land clad in salt and a grove of the most unusual trees she had ever seen?

Now she traveled across vast grasslands - similar to those near her former home at Sunspire. Now and then she would stop to track and hunt a mouse or a lemming and by the time she reached the area, where another wolf was concealed, she had quite a few having a party inside her belly. The stranger's smell did seem a little odd and she could not place it right away. She stood few feet away from his hiding place, analyzing the scent molecules the wind brought her and thinking.