Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

Not much was left from the ram now - almost a week later, but Wraen's spirits were still high. With a solid meal in her belly, even the days, when hunts were unsuccessful, did not make her feel too disappointed. With conditions being quite peaceful, she pondered scouting East and beyond to see, if things were any different in the valley she had called home in the past.

Today her path had led to Deepwood weald, where she had scouted and tracked for quite a long time. By the afternoon she decided that all that there was to find, had been found and returned home through a narrow grass-covered passageway between the two mountains. Once out in the open again and with copse around the corner, she spotted a wolf lying down for a nap. 

All black wolves look the same from afar, therefore she recognized Arcturus only, when she had come near and not only smelled the Moonspear signature scent all over him, but also was able to trace the facial features that made him unique. Not wishing to disturb him, Wraen sat down quietly and watched the young man, waiting for him to wake up.