Broken Antler Fen You're just like an angel

If Toad Amelia wanted to find a husband, she had not come to the right place. Frozen winter-landscape with a lone wolf traversing an icy plain was not exactly a Tinder App with billions of bachelors to choose from and around 1000 possible matches to make, chat and greet. And the only single man in the direct vicinity of Broken Antler Fen had recently changed his status from "widowed" to "in a relationship with", but had not yet started to post cute and adorable photos of him and his love interest on the social networks. 

But Wraen would not be opposed to company, even if she was not exactly, what the kind she-wolf was looking for. She heard her call, turned her head first to see, who had it been, then looked down at the ice under her feet. It felt fairly solid to her, no cracks or tell-tale creaking sounds to alert her of possible danger. So, the lady had overreacted a little, but, since she was standing on the edge of the flooded forest, and therefore Wraen had no way of continuing her path, without showing any interest about the other (which would be very rude), she changed her course and approached the other she-wolf.

"It is perfectly fine from, where I am standing," she explained. "Welcome to the future lair of dragons. To whom I may have the pleasure to talk with?"