Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

it appeared if saena was a relation at all, perhaps she was not an important one -- indra briefly glanced along osprey's silvered agouti coat. the two could not have been phenotypically more distinct from another: and as indra wracked her memory for any recollection of a similar colored wolf, she realized her family history that she knew of had no charcoal grey wolves in it. not like wraen, anyway.

wraen indulged the girl's question with an answer: donnelaith -- indra worked the name over in her head -- it had a pleasant ring to it. she imagined the glittering coast, the distant shores -- but her attention snapped to wraen rather abruptly at the mention of mayfair. hadn't she heard that before?

where had she heard that before?

her brow scrunched in concentration, but no answer rose to the surface. "i'm sorry to hear that. so, you didn't get a chance to see them again? are they gone..? that's very sad."