Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

a lil backdated to when sandpaper called @Raptor a dumb mangy mutt ;-;

after the initial affront had worn off from being so hostilely received by wylla, sandpiper had reflected on her actions in front of raptor. she wished she had missed that fleeting shade of hurt and anger that had crossed raptor's muzzle -- she wished she had not looked at him in time to see it, and be haunted by it. she knew she had to make amends, and guiltily, she set about the task of reparations. 

sandpiper was not a naturally generous girl, and doing this took a great amount of magnanimity - it would surely expose a softer side of her to raptor, a side she did not wish to put so plainly in view -- and if he thought her vulnerable for it, she would immediately regret her actions.  the red-furred girl knew it was right, but hated it -- all the same she combed up and down the beach with her small prize in her muzzle, casting glances warily about her as she searched for the only non-blood wolf that could tolerate her.