Iktome Plains bone chill

Wraen had known the existence of Shadewood Keep, but had missed the part, where it had disbanded and disappeared. She had come to the plot, which the keep wolves had claimed, during a scouting mission in the vicinity of the coast. Scents had faded, but unlike everywhere else, it did not seem that they had suffered from the bad weather and earthquakes that caused unrest and damage elsewhere. She sniffed around and remained there for a little while, until she felt sure that there was no one around and then continued her way back home. 

Iktome plains were a teritory that she had not frequented, but that turned out to be surprisingly useful. Sheltered from the raging waters at the oceanside, falling rocks and mudslides from the mountains, the little critters had found their sanctuary here. She feasted on lemings and mice, and with a pleasant weight inside her belly and cheered up spirits she moved along. Wrapped in her thoughts about, how good it would be to bring children here to hunt, she entirely missed that a certain distance away there was a wolf of formiddable looks and size sitting and observing the surroundings.