Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

Wraen was blissfully unaware that she was a reason for any emotional turmoil or unrest on Arcturus part. To her Arthur was her serious and awkward friend that very much needed fun in his life and who had enough patience to listen to all of her stories. In fact, on her way here, she had remembered one Osprey had told her and had come up with rough drafts of two consecutive ones. There were special reasons, why her friend would be interested in hearing the first one. 'cause it was based on real life events (loosely) and involved Charon. 

Moonlight or not (even a broad daylight does not help) - all Moonspear wolves that have taken after their mother look the same. Therefore until the moment Arcturus addressed her, Wraen had no idea, who was coming in her direction. Knowing that he was a man of few words, Wraen took his laconic greeting as an invitation to come closer. She hobbled over to him, sniffed around his muzzle, face and bumped it lightly against his cheek in a more cordial way. "I heard you had come by," she told him, retreating and sitting down to ease the pressure on her injured paw. "I was out with my sister tracking deer - the herds have returned!" she explained. 

"And I got a little incapacitated in a freak accident," she beckoned to her bad paw. "And I reckon that for a pure-blood mountain-dweller staying at the lowland forest to wait for friend's return was a bit too much of a stress, huh?" she teased him gently. "Or was my Sergeant-at-Arms, who greeted you, too scary?"