Sea Lion Shores different didn't feel so different

Wraen watched the other wolf select it's target, separate it from the rest, attack it and after some struggle - kill it. Watching another wolf in action had an alluring quality to it. The succession of the actions was always the same, yet the dance differed from one master to the next. Beauty at it's finest, no matter the level of proficiency. She smiled.

The hunter came over and asked her to join,  Wraen shook her head in response: "You take all you wish from your kill and I will gather, whatever scraps will remain. The small and elderly don't need much to live on, whereas you seem like you have a long way ahead of you." She made a guess, not that she knew anything about the girl. "My name is Wraen - may I know, what you are called?"