Broken Antler Fen Return to nowhere

Now and then Wraen would find clues telling her that Broken Antler fen had been inhabited by wolves in the past. Either old, whitened elk bones scattered around, antlers with teeth marks and long abandoned dens, where nearly scentless tufts of fur could still be found. She wandered the territory often, trying to imagine, who could have lived here, for how long and what had prompted them to leave in the end. Sometimes it was a sitcom-type of story, at other times, when she herself felt contemplative and thoughtful about the big schemes in life and the like, it was a drama with a bittersweet ending. The characters changed in each setting, but in the end she never felt satisfied with the outcome. It did not feel real enough and very likely she would never find out.

On one of those wanderings in solitude she had come near the borders and found a young, dashing, blonde fellow loitering near them. She stopped briefly to evaluate him from afar, then decided that he was no threat to her at present, and wandered closer. "Looking for trouble?" she asked him with a teasing smile, when she had come near enough for them to have a comfortable conversation.