Cedar Sweep sang the sun

Ragna looked at the other, searching her face simply to see what she could find there. Shalon had striking eyes, but if there was anything else there, Ragna couldn't identify it. She was no good with being social, an idiosyncrasy that didn't sit well with the social nature of her species. She was shy and awkward, but her mother hadn't raised her to be rude. "Okay," she said, shifting to make room on the rock and gesturing to the vacancy with a paw.

"You're lost?" she asked, not clever enough to pick up on any possible double meanings. If Shalon was lost, Ragna didn't think she could help. The territories inland were unfamiliar, Ragna only traveled by waterways, for all water led to the sea. Her heart was a compass to the ocean, she was not suited to mountains and forests.