Sea Lion Shores your heart will fly on wings forever in never never land

Her healing duties over, Atoll began to speak softly to her cat-wolf friend, hoping to soothe her spirit and distract her from her pains while the yarrow went to work. She told her of the Blackrock pack, and the wary wolves of Donnelaith. She spoke at length of Szymon - her love - and Skellige - her lord - and of her dreams and fears concerning them. It was a good life, she told the inky she-creature, but one not yet settled, and that it was a blessing to have met her here, even though she was hurt.

"I'm glad I got to see you again," she sighed, resting her head on an inky flank, so that they mirrored each other in a ying-yang pile of sleepy canine. "Our goodbye was so jagged, Shadow... but it won't be like that again. I know who I am, now."

Deep in her throat, Atoll began to hum. Words came to at once, and soon filled their shadey resting place with a sweet, lilting tune.

"I've been travelling on this land
where my feet don't understand
the red rising ripples of the sea
and in this place I call home
the sky is always painted gold
with the help of a brush
and a sycamore tree."