Firefly Glen up all night, you wore your falling heart

The coast. Miyako resisted a shudder of revulsion. So long she had gone without thinking of that wretched place and now, now this she-wolf had brought it to the forefront of her mind again. Without her willing it, the salt-taste settled on her tongue and her fur felt thick with brine.

Come to think of it, Thuringwethil--say that five times fast--did have a familiar scent to her, one she may have caught on her journey south. "I see," she finally answered, her voice a little flat. "I may have passed your group's home, when I was traveling here from my old place."

In an effort to extend more hospitality, she continued, "Are you familiar with this area? I'm pretty new, but I know it well enough to maybe give you directions." Miyako was sure this sea queen had her own scouts and explorers to hand, but a friendly gesture never went amiss.