Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

"You wouldn't believe," Wraen said with a knowing smile. Let the boy figure this one out - she had picked up a hint of disbelief in his voice and was not going to be looked down (figuratively speaking; literally - he was taller than her, but she ignored this conveniently) by a yearling. Again it was too tempting to add "even the corner you call your home", but it would be a tad bit too daring, tad bit too much and the fun would be over sooner that way. 

It seemed that Wraen had been very fortunate to leave the copse, when she had. Before the constant rainfall and floods. She wondered, how her former packmates had been doing and how they had weathered all this, but with a tough trio at the helm - they had no other choice but to survive. Hinterlands were a large place, they had safe and dry places to stay at. "Mhmm," she nodded in response. "At least there weren't any earthquakes - last year was pretty brutal," she remarked. 

"You gave me a valuable piece of information - thank you! In return - may I help you with anything?" she asked. "It seems like a fair trade."