Blacktail Deer Plateau you shove your bright lights, big city, back where the sun don't shine

Yeah, answered Nieve, scrunching her nose a little as she tried to remember what Rosalyn had shared. She said it was south of the sound, some place called Ironsea. Maybe Raleska knew of it, too, but maybe not. From what Nieve gathered, that pack disbanded quite a long time ago. She studied the seal skull momentarily while idly commenting, she said it was her favourite pack.

Was that because Rosalyn led there on her own merits, or something else? Nieve hadn't pried. She wished she knew more, and the thought absently crossed her mind that, I'd like to see it someday. The place where Erzulie and Rosalyn had come from. A part of the coast that was not Rusalka's cove or Drageda's cliffs, but a place that held happier memories for her mothers.