Stavanger Bay let me down to the rest of the world

dw i actually h8 lil sandpaper here, so you are in good company

sandpiper's expression darkened as the wolf remained rooted to the spot -- first she was colorless, was she now witless too? her ears pulled flat against her skull and she jutted her jaw out in a displeased frown. as irritable and nasty as sandpiper could be, she was not usually physical -- most wolves unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of her vitriol cut bait well before she had to enforce herself. for a moment sandpiper wrestled with what to do: without smokestep here to back her up, she was effectively on her own.

smokestep. she thought about her brother, and what he would do -- which would have been take no shit, from no-one. recalling her brother's take-charge-don't-take-no-for-an-answer attitude reinforced sandpiper's conviction this gal needed to scram -- afterall, stavanger bay was to be theirs' soon, and interlopers would simply not be tolerated.

"i will only say it one more time. you better beat it." she summoned a magnificently deep growl to complement the threat -- and this time, she meant it.