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

Wraen smiled and almost laughed, when Arcturus mentioned a "hostile from a pine forest". Mal the Great's image sprang to her mind and their exchange about, what big ol' meanies and overall jerks Moonspear wolves had been to him. The guy had seemed young, nice and full of himself. Hostile? Not really. A threat? Not even likely. Were she in her "nothing"s place she would not bother. Let the youth have his own brush with the world and she would watch from the sidelines, how he managed. 

"Pretty much the same. Hunting, gathering, managing an army," Wraen said the last words with a smile in her voice at a joke that only she understood. "Have you tried story-telling?" she asked him, recalling the topic of their last lengthy conversation. "'cause I could teach you some still, if you are still interested," she offered. "Or... maybe you can teach me something? I learned a lot of interesting stuff about meteorology from Jarilo. Give him my well-wishes, when you see him, by the way!"