The Sunspire You had your maps drawn

It wasn't Wraen who came, though she had suspected when she first heard someone approaching.  Instead it was the kinda odd-looking wolf from the hunt, she kinda remembered.  Oh.  That meant he had definitely seen her bite the dirt.  Hard.

A lot of the pack had.  Oh boy.

She paused in her gnawing, the antler held between two paws, and looked at him, deciding to play it off. "Great," She said, with almost a little too much emphasis.  Perfect.  Nothing to see here. "You don't look like any wolf I've ever seen, who are you?". The subject change was a rude switch to focus on him, but she was not about to let it dwell on her right now.