Sea Lion Shores ours is to smile at your passing, friend

Charon's question surprised him, and he quickly tried to recall where he had heard the name Kevlyn before. A friend of his? Family? Atreyu couldn't remember, and so was confused by the rather direct statement, pointed directly at the stranger. His gaze shifted from his Beta to the woman, recognising her mismatched pelt but unsure where exactly he had seen her. She looked almost...haunted.

With slow, steady steps, the boy moved forward, pausing just behind Charon. His own postured mirrored the other boy's — assertive, but not outright dominant. Curiosity flit across his face as the stranger hissed her reply. Who? He wanted to question but held his tongue, glancing at Charon to see his own response.