Broken Antler Fen Couldn't look you in the eye

In her almost five years of life Wraen had gone through all the settings a wolf can find themselves in: she had been a family-pack wolf, she had been a loner, she had been a leader, she had been a vagabond with her sister and now she was returning back to being a pack wolf again. If things went well. Therefore, naturally there was some wariness, but experience had given her, what she believed, a good instinct about, what people's intentions were at a first glance. And she had rarely been wrong. 

"No way," she exclaimed and laughed. "What are the odds?! Wow. I don't suppose you are a Redleaf-DiSarinno too," she humoured, but, of course, three coincidences in one day were a bit too much to ask from fate, weren't they? "Well, long-story short I was travelling with my sister and a good friend, and the first happened to fall in... let's not say love yet, but have liking of a pack wolf nearby. He is more of a at-home-guy, she loves travelling, so we agreed - let's stay close for winter and see, where things go," she told.

"We found this place and are still in the process of discovering it, therefore, you are welcome to explore it with me," she offered. "I would offer you food too, but haven't had anything for breakfast myself," she apologized.