Blacktail Deer Plateau No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder.

She'd been joyful lately. Her cousin had come to Rusalka now, and another had appeared nearby. Somehow she felt that her whole family may appear magically on that coast, ready to live as they did in the south once again. 

Thinking about this and blissful as ever, she was unaware she was being stalked. Stalked as she walked lazily and mindlessly through the territory like an old man at the park. Finding a little place of icy saplings, she began to circle and circle, preparing to take a little cat nap right there.

But it was then that a stranger came pouncing from the bushes, a young boy. Huā skittered backward with surprise, barely missing the grab of his jaws. Was he an enemy? No, the scents of Rusalka lie on his fur. She narrows her eyes as tail lashes with annoyance from side to side. Was it another misbehaved child? What was it with these people, raising such entitled little kids? What you doing? She huffs with irritation, though she knew the intent was already fairly clear. This boy wanted her rank.