Nova Peak Yeah, I'm loving all your warning signs

The urgency of Wylla's note caused Star to hurry in her arrival. The old matron had no inkling of what this could be about; she had not encountered any Rusalkans nor their scents, usually staying away from the coast anyway. Once she arrived she lowered her chin in a small respectful nod to the Eisen, before settling onto her haunches before her, pale ears thrust forward with a businesslike dedication to listen to her words.