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Wraen had been a frequent guest at the coasts - after all her very first hunting lesson had taken place there and she still recalled, how her mother guided her through all the inedible stuff to find that one valuable morsel in the middle. She did not fear the ocean-side now either. Yes - the storms and waves that raged there were more frequent than they had usually been, but their strength was not equal at all times. She had learned the patterns of the weather and along with her knowledge of the local geography, the she-wolf knew, which place to visit and when. It was Hydra's loss then - she had passed an opportunity to learn.

Had there been more, when the Queen of the mountain had refused her offer? She watched the other's expression and her best guess was "distrust". But so much to fear Wraen, who was weaker of the two and not with an advantage of a whole pack to support her? "Spill it," she finally told her and sat down. "I did not finish matters with you, when I left. Might as well do now," she offered, not because there was any remorse about her past actions, but out of amused curiosity, just to hear those justified and one-sided arguments.