Blackbeak Bluff Stars are shining bright,

Wraen was met in an apprehensive and somewhat reserved manner, which did not surprise her, when on the second, closer look she observed the bite marks and on the other's body. Some seemed to be still fresh. She wondered idly, who had battered this fine specimen of a wolf so badly and whether it was someone she should be aware of as well, but decided not to ask this yet. Not all wolves liked to speak about lost battles or admit their defeat, she did not want to be impolite.

"Just passing through or rather..." she briefly looked over her shoulder, where the sentinels lied, but were not visible. "...happened to come here, while on a stroll along the beach." Not very informative, but let this person be left guessing, whether there was a horde of battle-ready warriors hiding somewhere among the trees, ready to protect their weak subject. "Wraen's my name - may I know yours?" she introduced herself.