Seaside Moors People ought to stick together, that's the way to make a crowd.

The trail led them to the moors, with Stryx silently, doggedly, following the other women. She kept her eye on Raleska's pace as they went, noticing various weeds growing in their path only to curse herself for having a full maw already. The babe was an obstacle. When they took breaks Stryx was nervous to set them down, clean them, care for them, and pick them up again — but then they came to the mother's hearth, and for that final time Stryx placed the hefty child down.

Raleska's summoning call broke the quiet, and Stryx moved protectively between the puppies as a result. She remained there for the brief interlude as the sound terminated, and bristled slightly when a strange man came striding over to the waiting group. She glanced at Aningan and then down to the children when he began speaking to Raleska; he clearly knew her.