Broken Antler Fen She hangs her head and cries on my shirt

"Now, now, Maia, don't spill all the beans to our friend here. Leave some room for mystery - life would be boring without it," Wraen remarked smilingly nudging the other's shoulder. "Besides he is a member of a rival pack," she grinned and let this half-truth/half-joke hang in the air for a bit, while she surveyed the area, trying to decide the most harmless area to take Bronco to. It was not meant as an insult, just an observation. They reported to two different captain's, so to say. It did not mean they could not be friends, but it did mean that not all secrets should be shared freely. "If we had trained war-bears here and a bunch of fire-breathing wyverns - would not want that to go past our borders, would we?" she winked at Maia, not saying a word about their dragon cradle and intended kindergarten.

"Arcturus is here," she acknowledged. "If you want to meet him too - I can call for him. He's usually not far off," she suggested.