Blackwater Islands and still too close to you i feel

The old crone did not seem particularly moved by the story and her expressionless face gave Wraen chills. She decided then that she did not wish to keep their conversation going for too long. After all there was still a way to go to home and with the knowledge of two packs fighting over a strip of land in the vicinity, it would be a more wearsome task than it had been earlier.

"Well, be warned and keep your eyes open," Wraen told her, omitting the previous question entirely. If the old she-wolf did not really care about the mutilated guy, then why bother to answer? "It has been a pleasure to chat with you, but I have to go now. Good luck with finding your friend," she dipped her muzzle politely in farewell and left.