Arrow Lake Deerly Departed

If Wraen hadn't learned by now that sometimes size mattered less than the fierceness of your opponent. She had not expected the creature to reply to her (to be honest, the fact that this ferret-like thing could talk at all - think (!) even - was a discovery of the day for Wraen), even less for it to take such a strong stance. The angry energy of Nynka was so strong that the wolf took two steps back, as if afraid to get burned.

"I guess, I should expect seeing flying fish any day now," Wraen said to herself, when the animal granted her permission to help out. This reminded her that the next time she ran into Smokestep, she should definitely ask about this kind of fish. "I humbly offer my unworthy hand in helping you out," she said in a solemn voice, her head and tail hanging low, but the mischievous glint in her eyes giving away the amusement of the whole situation. "Where do you want it to go?" she asked for some guidance, before picking up the piece of deer with ease.