Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

The coasts - a long stretch of territory that was frequented by wolves and had a long history of packs appearing out of nowhere and then disappearing just as quickly. Wraen had often wondered, whether it had something to do with the ever changing nature of the place itself, or was there a bit of divine at work. But she decided not to dwell much on the latter, because Moonspearans in general stood firmly on the ground called strict reality. 

"Well, at present... if you walk west from here, the plains have been claimed by a former nomad pack. I don't know much about them, because they came and settled there shortly before my departure," Wraen explained, knowing that this might not be particularly helpful to the scout. "East from here - you will see an island in the waters and there is a pack of wolves having settled on the coast presently. They inhabit the island, but the bridge that connects it to the mainland is inaccessable currently."

"They seem like a friendly folk to me," Wraen added, though that courtesy might just be addressed to her only. "And - of course - the Sentinels. It's a burnt down forest that connects with this stretch of woods. Currently I and two others take residence there, but I met a couple of young wolves that plan on claiming the place, but we'll have to see, how it turns out," she explained. "As for the rest - coasts are a good place to scavenge for food, if you are not against some saltiness, and it is probably the shortest way to travel between the three valleys. Easy passage too. Compared to climbing mountains."