The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

Wraen had not expected the pale stranger to go from being entirely silent to explaining the matters with the stone using very eloquent words. Yet, when the she-wolf pressed her muzzle against the stone and began murmuring words that either had some meaning or were a sound of pure nonesense to inexperienced ears, the girl felt disappointed. 

Out of courtesy to the lady, she did not let it show, patiently waiting and watching. She was not a child anymore, yet part of her sincerely believed that some sort of magic existed. And maybe this was just the case and, if she waited long enough, she would get to witness it.