Totoka River Try to convince ourselves.

A lot of confusion had been introduced to Firefly's life as of late. His own recollection of Drageda and the battle had begun to fade when the chaos of Rusalka began to take its toll on him, so fortunately for the young man, his memory of the first battle had somewhat dissolved by this point. He had other things on his mind. But when the scent of the cliffs reached him - overriding the crisp scent of the water - Firefly froze. He looked around quickly, emphasising his attention on his blind spots — and noticed the stranger moments later. They were not familiar except for a slight resemblance to Caiaphas, but Firefly did not know of Ephraim's connections to the sea-witch nor would he ever make that leap.

The two wolves were already quite close to one another. Fate had tossed them together, and now Firefly wasn't sure what to do. He could recognize a wolf of Drageda even if the cliff-walkers had dispersed from their claim; but because of their absence, and because of the percieved win for routing them, Firefly did not feel inclined to cause a stir here. He wasn't sure what to expect from the boy though and would have to keep his wits about him.

You're far from home, he called to the boy. It was merely an observation. Guess its kind of lonely up there on high, eh?