Stavanger Bay i'm a traitor to your flesh, in a stone

The surprise of her companions was lost on the Blackrock beta. She had faith in her pack and in the sea, and did not fear outsiders knowing that they'd staked a claim on their own blessed land - in fact, she found herself obliged to share such information, so that none could trespass and say they did not know better.

The woman knew better, now.

"I know her, too," Atoll said with a sharp wag of her tail. It pleased her to hear of their common ally, but this was not something she felt she could take the coywolf's word for. "She is a kind and gentle soul - a friend truer than Donnelaith itself. None here would hurt her," the woman said stoutly. "I will never begrudge her another guardian, lady, but these guardians should be made known to each other only by her - Will you tell me your name, so that I can ask her about you? If you refuse," she warned, her voice slightly chiding, but still without aggression, "I will have to assume that you lie."

She burned to answer the she-creature's questions about their goddess, the sea, but would speak no more on any subject until the woman made herself known.