Larksong Grotto distilled by time

just gonna pop up randomly...

Damaris hadn't been sure where to go from the border, exploring had seemed like the best decision. She didn't want to be wandering around lost for the next few days, it would be best to map the territory in her head so she knew where to go. This path soon led her to a large lake, scrabbling down the rocks somewhat clumsily to reach it.

Once down, Damaris could see she was not alone. There was male in the water, about chest height, with the oddest coat she had ever seen. He was a mixture of reddish browns with strange band like markings on him. Damaris thought of joining him in the water to make small talk, meet her new pack mates and all that jazz. 

Just as she was about to, she realized he had quite the look of concentration on his face and that she might disturb him by just jumping in. Damaris settled down, sitting on the bank to wait.