Seaside Moors Once, you know, you were my friend.

Not sure on your timeline, but can forward date this a bit to factor in for Raleska’s travels?

How many times had Raleska done that circuit, how many miles under her young feet? She passed through Rusalka’s perimeters while rain persisted, splattering the world in a formless and cheerless grey. 

She howled for @Wintersbane, eyes clear and expression settled from the unremitting rage which had occupied her face a few day’s prior. Somehow, walking — and the journey — had done much to clear Raleska’s mind, and she had much on which to discuss with their newly anointed leader.