Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

Wraen was not so sure about, how fine her directions had been - either the guy really had no idea, how to get, where he wanted, or he was simply polite. It was a little consolation for her that he would very likely meet another wolf along the way, who would be able to give more precise instructions. With this in mind, she shook her coat and forgot about the matter.

"You are not the first wolf I have met recently, who wants to establish a pack," Wraen told, recalling Pago, who she had met few weeks ago. She had not seen, met or caught his scent ever since their nightly encounter, but she hoped that he was doing well. "If you were born there - what made you leave your home?" she shouldn't have been surprised, having left her birthplace - Donnelaith - at the age of three months and having traveled for almost a year, until her parents settled down again.