Stavanger Bay I took his hand, we stood back, and watched the banks turn red.

She wasn't sure what she was doing here.  The trip was a long one, and for what?  To look at the place she'd failed to protect?  The thought didn't come with any bitterness, just acceptance.  She'd come to terms with it, and it had been a long time, but standing here and seeing it again did bring some of that emotion back.  But there was a kind of nostalgic happiness too, because these beaches were where she'd first met Erzulie.  That particular meeting felt even more like a lifetime ago.

With that thought, she felt the urge to return, and was going to leave.  But then a wolf caught her eye, one of those who lived here presumably.  Well.  It would do well to know the neighbors, yes?  Couldn't have them rudely ignoring everyone like they now did Drageda.

What is this pack? She asked, loud enough for the words to hopefully carry to him.  She could introduce herself if he wanted to stick around, but for now, that was what she most wanted to know.