Stavanger Bay When life gives you eggs: make an omelet!

Like Arrille, she was still mad at her traveling companion. But they had been together long enough, and she felt bad just leaving him. She had to get him somewhere safe for the winter. She at least had that duty.

She didn't continue singing, letting the last verse echo through the sand, and eventualy be drowned out by the crashing waves. She left them in vocal silence, letting the ambience of the world fill their ears before she finally peeped up again. Wot d'ye want t'do? It was a vague statement, but she wanted to not what he wanted to do next with his life. They didn't find his father, nor his mother, and the pack was entirely gone. What was there left for them to do?