Honeyed Pasture but you should know by now, my heart is in your teeth

Rosalyn snickered quietly at her description and relaxed a little further, noting that she seemed to simply be a curious tourist visiting their shores.  "Your right about that.  Careful how you sit down," she said, smirking at the rather apt conclusion.  "Aye, I've run the sand since I was a thought.  The southern shores are warmer, but the wolves there tend to be less friendly."  Some here weren't, but as a whole, her luck had been far better these parts.  "This your first time?" She asked, indicating the waves in the distance over her shoulder.  The woman was young, but not so much as to seem more child than adult.  Likely she'd seen some sights so far.