Altar of Twilight Forty thousand feet

Three months might have passed, since Wraen had met the coywolf in the middle of the night, but she had not forgotten the sound of the other's voice - dreamy, naive and making you wonder, whether this person ever stood on the ground with all fours or constantly floated few inches above. 

Wraen, though a little wary now that she was part of a very small group in comparison to the protection a pack offered, turned and greeted Witchbaby. "Funny meeting you here," she said with a smile. "You are probably the second vagabond I meet twice... how did you come this far?"