Broken Antler Fen And a moment to think

Wraen had been a little under the weather lately. Though the worst of her cold she had already suffered through late November, the occasional severe cough had remained. This could be provoked by excitement and running, sometimes the spells visited her during the night, while sleeping. And with the temperatures dropping and winds picking up breathing that should have been effortless and hardly noticeable had become slightly uncomfortable. The feeling was as if someone was running a sandpaper against the bare lining of her respiratory passages. 

Therefore it was a good thing that the call for her or anyone else of the growing group happened right, when she was in the vicinity. She could approach the little company on the borders at a steady pace, without exerting herself too much. The wolves that were waiting for her weren't familiar to her, Wraen pondered briefly, if she should not call for a backup so that she was not outnumbered, but for now the people did not seem that dangerous to her either. "How may I help you?" she asked the trio, stopping at a polite and safe distance away, regarding them curiously.