Broken Antler Fen Between two points.

Wraen had not returned to caldera ever since she and Maia had found the fen, which was nearly a month now. Time from time again she had thought - oh, I shold visit Redhawks - but then, as it always tend to happen, something came up and she postponed her visit again and again, and again. But Phox had stopped by not too long ago, nothing much had happened there by then and she pacified her guilty conscience with the fact that - if there really had been something very important going on, where her presence and knowledge of affairs had been necessary, she would have heard the call.

So it was a pleasant surprise and very convenient too that she happened to catch sight of Towhee, while on her patrol along the border. Guardianship was not something she aspired to pursue in her advancing years, but with their numbers still small everyone had to do everything. Her first instinct was to call out, then she remembered it was a total waste of voice, and approched instead and in such a way that she managed to catch the deaf wolves attention and thus not startle her. "Hey," she greeted. "Welcome to the Enchanted forest. Take a step further, if you dare to do so," she told her playfully.