Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Elfie was a good boy and motivated pupil in so many aspects, but - boy - could he sometimes be annoying. Even Wraen, who seemingly had limitless resources of patience, swore today she was almost able to see the bottom of that well. There was not much water left there. She had taken him out hunting, but either it was not a lucky day or Eljay's son was more irritable than usual (possibly both), he had begun to complain soon after. Did not make any attempt to hunt himself and spoiled Wraen's job as well.

Wraen was on the brink of telling him something nasty, when two things occurred. Distant belows and sound of heavy hooves against the ground caught her attention. Then she spotted the reflection of the unmistakeable gold of Niamh's coat in the distance. "Let's go," she ordered him curtly and without waiting for him to give his mind or ask why, she ran ahead. Soon she had reached her packmate, acknowledged her with a look and waited expectantly for her to reveal the plan.