Broken Antler Fen It's all there in the gospels

While the pack formation was still in process, Wraen took upon herself to do her share at the borders, even if it was neither her favourite thing to do, nor had she the bladder control to divide the valuable pee in small portions in order to cover a large distance. Instead she made herself useful, by sniffing around and taking notice of, who had come by during the night, and whether there was anything/anyone potentially dangerous that her packmates should be warned about.

Luck would have that she would notice the gray-clad stalker before it caught sight of her. With him appearing somewhat insecure, she found a good ambush to settle down and observe him for a while, before making her presence known. It was amusing, really, to be able to watch someone without them realizing it. Gave you sense of power, which for an aging wolf like her, was something she did not experience every day.

But there is a limited amount of time that one can spend, lying in the snow, before feet gets cold and your body itches to be on the move again. Wraen got up, stepped out in the open and approached the other with a confidence of a wolf, who owns the place and greets a stranger at their doorstep. "Good-day, sir!" she called out to him. "How may I help you?"