Larksong Grotto where to go, when all is empty?

She was a woman growing tired. Incredibly so.

Life was mundane, the land feeling so incredibly empty once more - but what could she do except move forward?

Ahead she spotted a pale coat, and with that alone she had to squint her eyes to see if it was truly a stranger; the wind was not in her favour today, leaving their scent a mystery to her from a distance. Their behaviour appeared strange from her distance, but nonetheless Dione tilted her head to call out to them with a low howl.

A stranger was never meant to be a stranger for long, not really.