Blackbeak Bluff Stars are shining bright,

"Yes, if you know, where to look," Wraen replied, smiling cryptically at the dark stranger. She was not going into more details, because centuries old rule beholds that no decent hunter reveals another hunter their best hunting grounds. 

"And there are fierce competitors at some places. Some tend to kill first and ask questions later," she smiled, thinking about the three-headed beast of Moonspear and having a feeling that - perhaps - Umbra would find a common ground with the resident beast. 

"In the end we all are at the mercy of Mother Nature - last year it tested us with earthquakes and massive floods, herds were gone for many months and there was hardly any wolf around here, who did not starve," she reminisced about her time at the helm of Firebirds - how it had come and gone and left her with nothing again.