Lake Rodney wind and words, wind and words

Wraen had not strayed far from Broken Antler Fen, since her arrival there and decision about settling for the winter. Their numbers were small, there was a lot of uncertainty about the whole ordeal and this had cemented her wish to remain on guard in the area. Just in case another group of loners came and wanted to claim the territory that she had already grown very fond of. 

However with some coercing from friends and family she decided to take a walk outside and, when she caught sight of fresh track of footprints in the snow, she decided to follow them in order to see, where they led and who had made them. A friendly curiousity with a healthy dose of caution - this she kept in mind, when she finally saw the person in question, having stopped by the lakeshore to have a drink. 

"Hey, wanderer!" she alerted the other from afar, closing the distance to meet her. "Where are you heading to?" she asked.