Haunted Wood A lonely road

Wraen, who was small and lean, would never even dare to look down on a creature (read, "dog") that could be this big, fluffy and imposing looking. Size mattered, when it came to combat or when it was decided, who was going to be eaten by whom, therefore even if she ever met a wolf, who scorned those dogs, she would not agree. Because the first impressions sometimes were the ones that lasted the longest. And from this day on, whenever a dog would be mentioned in the conversation she would have this bear-like creature's face in mind.

"Well, wolf all the same," she shrugged. "What is your name?"