Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

"No one I know personally - a new set of villains in the area," Wraen shrugged, she was as informed as the next person about the whole deal with Saints and the bear pack. She no longe remembered, who was residing where. Did it matter? The message was clear - they had to keep away from that particular side of the valley.

"During my time here Blackfeather wood wolves were the Public Enemies No.1 around here. Heard that Moonspear and Redhawks had some war with them too, but I have never asked for specific details. Wars in general are my least favourite topics to discuss or remember," she remarked. 

"But seems that they have gone with the wind themselves. Once great and fearsome - now nothing but an empty house and dwindling memories," Wraen said. "Might happen to Moonspear one day too. You know - the Wheel of fortune - it takes you up and then in the next moment you find yourself thrown to the bottom again," she smiled to herself, thinking that this analogy was a very good summary of her own life up until this point.