The last of the Grandmother's fawns was to be found at the Twin Lakes. Loyalists were nomads, Dee was told, as their herd lands had been seized after the war. Many currently made their home at the Twin Lakes where they were only minimally likely to die from exposure to the elements in summer.
Dee had seen the lakes from her elevated perch at the Sorghum Peaks only weeks before. They were hard to miss, and aptly named. It was easy enough to find her bearings and locate them, though finding the Loyalists proved tougher. It seemed they didn't really want to encounter other fawnlings all that much, and as a smaller nomadic group they were harder to track than the Allied herd.
It was a long trek under the hot summer sun (or, for Dee, under the simmering summer nights that never quite lost the heat of day), but she finally reached them. Their guards were wary, but eventually let her through. Warrior-like fawnlings, they eventually relented to her pepper of questions and told her a bit