Stavanger Bay with the salt on our skin

She was not exactly sure what the summonings were for, having, as another had, caught only bits of the message as she toiled with her various plants on the opposite side of the territory. A celebration, perhaps? She had hastened to join the others, however, she had been late to the meeting. She slipped into the back of the small group, and having missed Doe's small performance, restd her gaxe on the sea titan, awaiting his words with curiousity as she spared a quick glance at the rest of her packmates, before returning her gaze to him.