The Sunspire Lost girl

"Swamp panther people," rolled a whisper.
Images flashed of crocodilian wolves with gnarled faces and beastly fur. Wildcat people with warrior might and will under the veils of a frightening darkness.

The world shifted once more, and a door opened. Nutu did not know how many had closed.

Rising behind Muskrat, every pad melted into the ground behind the front legs of the woman with each step. "Don't remember my people's name," she admitted. Another distant memory.

A final look casted over her shoulder to the lake in the great distance, and she felt the feeling of goodbye again. It hurt again.

No more wander.

"I comin'," said Nutu. "I comin'."