Gilded Bay and draws strength

The child had been relying on the viking twins, their strange nature seemed to call to her since the day she met them. Their comps y is all she could ask for, an easy silence seemed to always pass between them and she liked that. Ah, but now there were additions to their little band and the nightingale grew restless. Maybe that's why she had found herself in an unfamiliar place, wandering on her own to see how far she could travel before she grew uncomfortable and returned to their sides.

She found herself by the sea once more, her eyes draw to the violent waves and gentle sound. They had come to a pack near here and found that this was not her home but she still felt the pull.  This might have not been her home but she still felt comfort here, the sound of shifting rocks caused her to stop looking out at the receding tide. Silently she searched her for the sound, curious to what it could mean.

There, a rather large man that has similar markings to her and her sightless brother. How curious. Slowly she moved closer, she had not given a sign of her presence but maybe her scent gave her away. Pale eyes watched him, catching the shifting colors of an opal-like rock and she was transfixed.