Whitefish River Merlot

Wraen took the warning about the two rogue packs very seriously. A day later or so Mal of Neverwinter forest would warn her of the very same people, which would mean that the danger was neither imaginary, nor exaggerated. Neither names of the two groups she had heard before, but it was no wonder - she had led a quite secluded life for almost two years - things had changed rapidly around here. Good packs had appeared as well as potential evil ones. 

"I will be careful," she promised Aliana, who was the more business-like of the two, whereas Orlaith with the privilege of the higher rank could act more freely. At least that was, what Wraen thought she had observed. "Next step - we have not thought much about that yet. We have left our pack fairly recently and I am not ready to jump back to the duties and responsibilities that come along with it. But my two companions are younger than me - who knows, what will happen in lives of young people," she grinned. Maia was one for sure, Arcturus - it was kind of an irony there. He was young physically, but in is presence Wraen felt as if he was a very old soul. Go figure, why was it so. 

"Well, I have kept you two from your duties for far too long," she said, raising to her feet and preparing to go. "It was nice meeting you two and I hope that we run into each other in the future on just as cordial terms as we have had today." 

Then she left.