Dragoncrest Cliffs satyros

mireille wondered why heda had not come with her sister. why had they separated if they were the last ones of rivenwood to live? "of course you can stay here. i will tell my mot'ers — well." she paused and frowned, but only for a moment before her brow smoothed.
"my mot'er rosalyn has stepped down from being a leader. an' my sister chacal has taken her place. but it will be all right. who is laurel?" she asked, pausing as she realized her words were rushing.
gently she guided druid over the borders and toward the corsair beach and the swamp, cold for now but not without shelter. she did not expect them to be disturbed this far from the roja den.
"could you eat?" she asked when she had settled her friend against a tree tangled with vines.