Seaside Moors Stare at empty chairs.

The boy was obliging. Stryx was welcomed across the invisible line and for that she was thankful. She gave a small nod of her chin but said nothing, unable to shake the naturally stern affect she carried.

The boy had not been here before. He seemed able bodied, healthy enough to handle a coastal lifestyle. A bit on the young side for either martron's tastes though; perhaps he was lured by the young mother, or another youth.

How old would those whelps be now...? Her mind was distracted. When the boy asked after the little family she quipped, Raleska, one of the women living here. Had to carry those screaming bundles all the way up the Sound. Ah, but she had not truly minded.