The Sentinels give me your hand — save me

She listened with perked ears to her "older sister", not quite knowing what a sister meant. Was it like a mother? But Lotte was no monster, Chusi could tell just by looking at her silver scarf and her kind face. Why can't I travel with ya? I'm big 'n strong! She chipped happily. I love explorin'- pwease, isosiska? She asked with a huge, hopeful grin. It was true- exploring and perhaps fighting one day was her true calling, whether it was with the Depths' wolves or the coastal wolves. Soon she'd find out that her home was at Arturo's side, but she didn't know the masked man would come close to Donnelaith in just a few days or weeks.

A white female came to them when they were at the border of what Chusi assumed to be Donnelaith. She froze and went a little closer to her older sister for protection. She listened, not understand what exactly the words were that Lotte was speaking. Still, as she continued, she understood somewhat. She bowed her tiny frame down the way her older sister had done, carefully repeating the weird words she had spoken too. R'keet, herra, I'm Chusi... uhmm... Päiväperhonen of the coast. Pleased to meet ya... She greeted.