Gyrfalcon's Keep one evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning

Meanwhile, Lotte is a weird creepy stalker.

[align=justify]@Hemlock and @Pendragon were curiosities to the soot-stockinged Banríon, who knew of them but did not truly know them. Her attention was drawn to both of them in turn as they moved in the relative quiet, argent eyes keenly settling upon the skull that Hemlock left behind before straining to catch the living flame’s retreating figure. Her attention fell then to Pendragon — she had noticed him looking upon her, and she rose from Olive’s side with a brief flicker of discomfort tautening her lips before Arturo’s children settled within her at last. Still singing softly, she made her way nearer to the dusky, earth-toned wolf:

“In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
there’s a land that’s fair and bright,
where the handouts grow on bushes
and you sleep out every night —

where the boxcars all are empty
and the sun shines every day
on the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees,
the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.”

Lotte was interested in him, but she was loathe to disturb his rest; as such, she softened her voice the nearer she drew to him in an attempt to keep him from hearing any variation in the sound. She couldn’t fully control that, though — as good as she was at throwing her voice and adjusting her pitch and volume, if he was awake he’d most certainly notice the difference in tone. She paused when she was still a respectful distance away from him, still humming the melody, and changed the lyrics to suit her situation:

“In the shadows are you sleeping
or instead are you awake?
I have wandered here to talk with you
though it could be a mistake…”