Duskfire Glacier If you want me, come find me

Wintersbane. Something clicked then, not a memory of the man who they had once cast out. A more recent one, and her wife's voice swept through her mind like a balm. East of us, in de taiga. She glanced to the side, where the sun drifted in the sky. West would take her to the shore. Of course it would. It always had - how could she have thought, for an instant, she was lost?

Her nerves weren't completely set aside, but the recollection had helped to bring her back to even keel. She couldn't help but lift a lip, somewhat, to this woman's lackluster tone. But her own voice remained calm this time as she spoke.

I apologize. My name is Rosalyn. I am looking for my daughter. I believe she may have come here once before? Her name is Chacal. It was not a common name, so she felt no need to go further in her description. Erzulie had said she was friends to this pack. Perhaps she had gotten lucky after all.