Stavanger Bay (fall in, fall out, fall along)

Talkative today, she thinks to herself, wondering if this litter will be as taciturn as her husband and daughter. Szymon, at least, had learned to speak to her when she needed it - perhaps Qilaq would be the same, in time. Perhaps not. Doe had submitted herself to fate in this; the girl would speak when the gods willed it and not any sooner. One-word answers would suffice until then.

"I'll see if someone at Donnelaith knows about the sky," she told the girl, delighted to be heard by her and a bit affected by her excitement. "Or maybe someone from Riptide's pack will teach you."

There were options everywhere. Doe remembered that Fluer had known about the stars, but the woman was long gone. It was for the best, of course, but she wished now that they had another like her to play tutor to Qilaq.

"What else would you like to learn?" she wondered aloud, giving the girl's dark cheek an affectionate lick.