De wintah months be comin' soon.

Before she know it, Tia will have stayed here yet another year...waitin'...

Hectah. Come see her fo'tea. Mmm? Bring ye bright girl too. Lyra, me dahlin'--ye had best come see her soon too, mm?

Anyone else who wish her counsel...she might give ye time.

Hm.

Tia be glad she only taught ye pups certain tings...an' dat Dee Ess an' Miss Silvertounge were de only ones in her 'extra' class.

Winds be changin'...times draw nearer...she cannae almost smell de sweet air o'de swamp...

[ooc: Strikes heavily muttered, it would take -quite- a few listen-tos to understand just some of what she said. <3]