Stavanger Bay she said there's nothing to be said, nothing to be gained

Tension begins to deescalate and her movements slow to a stop, standing in the sand and watching the other—Sandpiper—decide what to do. She isn’t familiar to Nox. Narrowing her eyes, she twitches her ears to mimic. “Me too,” she adds, after the fact. “Smokestep lemme in,” she says with an upward nod of her nose to prove it. She knows the leaders name. That’s enough.
 
Nox takes a few steps somewhat diagonally forward and glances toward the water. “I’m hungry,” she points out with a roll of her shoulder. Never been one for tact.