Broken Antler Fen Return to nowhere

Jasper was not only good looking fellow, but also had pleasant manners and a sense of humour, thus he had already received some points to win Wraen's favour. She smiled to herself, when she thought that this good first impression weighed out the fact that he was at least part Ostrega. He complimented the territory (had he been here before? or was it a pleasant nothing?) and showed interest in her telling more about them (spy?), she simply nodded to show that she was paying attention, but not jumping at the occasion of impressing him. Because of two things - first, he was a visitor here and she was in no need to persuade him to come and stay. Second - she was getting to a point in her life, where she was very comfortable with, who she was. Even if it meant her being more selfish and not that willing to please others. There might be a third and fourth, but then this post would lose the right track and, how much fun would that be, huh?

"Name's Wraen and name's of this place is Brecheliant," she told him, beckoning over her shoulder. "We are a fairly recent settlers here - if you knew this place by any other name, then those people were long gone, when we arrived," she said. "I have found some old evidence of a pack having lived there once, but there has been so much change in the valley over the years, then the name has been lost to the history." Wraen paused, looking him up and down again. "Where do you come from and where are you heading to?"