Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

"I have been here for, what feels like a very long time, but I have no good answer to this either," Wraen smiled. Ironic, really, people liked to come up with stories, where nothing was impossible, yet this also implied that there were no set rules on, how to explain, what was going on. In this aspect, the living world she had come from had been easier to understand, because the line between, what you could do and could not had been clearer. Life in general was easier, when the framework was stable and predictable. 

"Could be. I know for sure that I have been in two people's dreams already," she thought of Towhee and Esma. "And I guess all the living wolves that have interacted with me have been kind of asleep or at least with one foot in my realm. But then - I have also met other people, who I know have been dead, are dead - and I have not the slightest idea, how are meeting actually works," she shrugged. "Turns out that planning for ghosts is even useful activity than it is for the living," she smiled and then looked up as the fabric of Dwin's dream jolted and changed. 

"I guess that our meeting has come to an end," she told, getting to her feet and stretching.