Blackwater Islands and still too close to you i feel

Wraen was returning to her camp-site with Maia, tired, hungry, cold and very eager to curl up next to her sister's warm body and sleep away for the rest of the eternity. The weather had been somewhat peculiar with bouts of light snow mixing with waves of thick mist, making the hunter lose her path on more than one occasion. After ending up all too near to the edge of the cliffs, she had ventured further inlands for the sake of safety. 

As the dusk began to set in, the wind picked up, Wraen was forced to change her route in order not to be blown away by the gusts. This would mean a longer detour than planned earlier and running on already low batteries did not help in any way. Feeling this sour and having only warm thoughts in mind (a person with cold, wet feet usually does), she passed an older she-wolf in the vicinity at a very close distance without so much as noticing her.