Broken Antler Fen Couldn't look you in the eye

Wraen did not remember the exact moment, when she had opened her eyes and begun to experience the world anew, but the feeling must have been very similar to the exhilaration she had now, when she emerged from the darkness back in the bright winter sunlight. She looked around, feeling dazzled and blinking her eyes against the light, until they adjusted and she could see clearly again. 

It was then she noticed she was standing almost face to face with a earthen coloured young she-wolf, who had the most beautiful blue eyes. Like the sky above, like the lake waters during a summer day. "Hi and welcome," Wraen smiled at her fondly, as if greeting an old friend and not a stranger she had met for the first time in her life. "My den - no, not exactly. I am on the lookout for one, though. There seems to be quite a few uninhabited ones here and I am den-hunting," she explained, beckoning to the area behind her. 

"You are welcome to rest here, if you need it," she offered. "My name's Wraen. Who are you?"