Ravensblood Forest deserve's got nothing to do with it

The forest right next to Horizon ridge, where Wraen had settled down with her sister for the time being, held an aura of mystery. A creature like her, who was drawn to any place that promised adventure and lore, it was no wonder in her morning round of "shopping for food" she included this place in the route as well. 

It was a forest like any other, were it not for the two mountains that stood on either edge of this place, giving one a feeling that they were walking through massive gates, guarded by stone giants. And after a while she noticed the reddish sap that had collected on some of the tree-trunks, giving an impression that these inhabitants had witnessed or taken part in a battle and had it in vivid memory. 

She was drawn from her imaginative mood, when she caught sound and smell of someone nearby. And soon this auditory and olfactory image was completed by the appearance of the person itself. A tall wolf, clad in silver hues. "Good morning," Wraen greeted him from afar and drew nearer at a leisurely pace, curious to find out, who this stranger was, but at the same time ready to flee, if he was not so keen of her interest in him.