Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

he was defensive of her, and she was glad. when she and maegi had parted last it had been her hope that she'd find her pace, move past Mou's death. she'd been alone when they'd last met, and though her scars had been fearsome there had been no fresh ones, and cassiopeia was confident that she could look after herself. still, this place, her home, was better than being alone. "cassiopeia. I was here when you and your siblings were born. a prisoner, perhaps, but I cared for Maegi. I still do." the man's name is fleeting, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she thinks it must start with an m, an r. the third pup, she remembers only as the grey one, furtive.