Big Salmon Lake she's paler than the moon

Dwin had come to the lake-shores with less determination to achieve anything. Quite the contrary. Doing nothing felt just the greatest gift the world could offer. Funny, how you change as you age, because as a young kid with mind that was whizzing with ideas and all-important stuff needed to do, threatening with boredom was the ultimate punishment. Now, however, it was nice to let the world rest time from time and have her little bouts of freedom in the meanwhile.

It was unusual to catch sight of a Moonspear wolf so close to caldera's hunting grounds. Dwin had often caught scent of the pack, when Frolic had been out to meet her friend Seal, but the rest of the family or village - how they themselves called - rarely if ever came this far down. She observed the man in action for while (after all, no greater pleasure in the world as to watch other people working) and then approached him, making her presence known with a teasing question and a sly smile: "Looking for burried treasure? 'cause the ghoul howling earlier did not sound happy about you being here."