Honeyed Pasture It’s necessity

Between the sentinels and a small mountain range with galcier's shiny mirror-like surface reflecting sunlight lied lush grasslands. The wind rolled gently over the fields, where many ungulates - both big and small - were grazing peacefully. On the ground level one could hear the voices of variety of rodents and even bugs on the bigger side - going round and about in their daily routines. 

After every visit to her birth-place, which had become some sort of a sanctuary to her, where to turn, when she had her lowest moments, Wraen spent some time in the pastures as well. Hunting and having her fill before the lengthy journey back to the hinterlands. Now, crouched in the grass and preparing for a pounce, she observed a muskrat, who was unaware, what fate had in store for her.

However, this was put on hold, when the winds changed, bringing with them a strong scent of another wolf. The rodent fled and Wraen raised to her full height, in order to see, who had interrupted her hunt.