Altar of Twilight Forty thousand feet

wraen's suspicions fly wholly over her pretty little head -- she's impulsive, is what she is, and she likes wraen's company well enough and what else is she gonna do but keep going in circles, eating away at herself in boredom and stress?

rannoch and terance, she commits to memory, wondering what they're like (her recent encounter with the cranky wolves of grimnismal fresh in her mind). "sure, sure," wb agrees, "i can tag along if you're headin' back to 'em?"