Blacktail Deer Plateau safe upon your bed of moonlight

That is a popular sentiment around here, Rosalyn replied with a touch of wryness.  They were a pack adrift from their true home, and perhaps even newcomers sensed that about them and were drawn in.

Did your people have trouble with pirates as ours did? Rosalyn asked, and a sudden strange longing opened in her.  She so infrequently spoke of home.  There was little she missed of that place she barely, vaguely remembered.  But she felt it slipping away; the language, all but the common words, and the scents and colors.  It was maybe better forgotten but losing it would be bittersweet.