Stavanger Bay Starting Over Anew

“I am happy to meet you officially, Rouge. To be honest,” Lotte admitted with a chuckle, “I fell ill after the fire. My lungs filled with smoke and my paws burned. I have not practiced fishing at all.” Still, she was in high spirits, and her coal-colored tail whisked eagerly behind her. “I am so happy to see a familiar face from the Depths,” she exulted, “and a fellow scout, no less.” She smiled warmly at the shadow-wrapped female, wondering idly whether Rouge had decided what to do or where to go.

“I have moved from one ally of Blackrock Depths to the other,” Lotte murmured without preamble, deciding that getting straight to the point was the best course of action. She trusted Rouge enough to vouch for her, even though they’d only met once. Doe and Szymon had been well-respected by the soot-stockinged songbird, and their opinions had rubbed off on her. “If you should ever need a place to rest your paws, Teaghlaigh is open to you,” she quietly intoned, an impish twinkle in her moonbright eyes as she added, “and if you ever wish for company on your scouting trips, please call for me. I have wanted for so long to go wandering further inland — have you explored there yet?”