Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

It seemed that engaging Esma to help her with something had broken the ice a little. Unfortunately the child had no knowledge of the people Wraen was talking about and - to be honest - she had not expected anything either. Riverclan reminded her of stories about fairies or the water nymphs, though the girl did not possess the beauty of the either one of the folk. This did not mean that Wraen thought her ugly - not quite that. Esma was unusual - not a traditional charmer, but rather a person with a secret. You looked at her twice just because one could sense that there was a lot more going on behind that green gaze than it was perceptible. 

Wraen laughed at the next question and looked up to the sky, trying to find the best answer. "I certainly was born a wolf and I grew up and lived as one too. And I am sure I died as such too. Never had a doubt about my identity, thougt at times I might have felt more like a bird, but that was a fleeting feeling," she mused. "But now... I am a reflection of a wolf I was. The shell of mine lies buried in an Enchanted forest, where it feeds the plants and little critters and becomes the earth again. While me - the mind, the consciousness - is wandering the universe. And presently haunting these grounds," she said.

"What about you? Do you feel like a real wolf? Or would you rather be something else?" she asked.