Blackwater Islands and still too close to you i feel

"Crap!" Wraen jumped and turned to face, whoever had rudely whisked her out of her absent-minded dream-land back to the cold and windy reality. She had been scared and therefore did not eye the stranger very kindly at first. 

Until the other wolf's peculiar colouring draw her attention and made her recall a conversation that had taken place almost two months ago. Between her and Vela, who had been looking for a light pelted wolf with a dark head. Could this one be it?

"What do you want?" she asked, her tone polite, but somehow tired as well. As if the person did not have much resources to offer other people a helping hand.