Grouse Thicket steel in our veins

The tension was palpable, even to the sleepy girl. It woke up her up pretty effectively as the two strangers fussed at one another. Meerkat didn't fancy herself especially gifted as a mediator, though her instincts compelled her to put out this small fire before it grew any larger, hotter.

"Hey, it's okay!" she chirped reassuringly, making a placating gesture with one forearm (that happened to resemble the ptero for "chill"). "No one's bothering me. I needed to get up and get back to my task anyway. I'm headed to visit the pack living at Seaside Moors, it's called Rusalka. Are either of you familiar with it?" This question was asked mostly only conversationally, though it occurred to her to ask, "Or wolves by the name of Kaertok or Raleska?"