Stavanger Bay we follow the yellow lights

Drowning.  Rosalyn glanced at the wounds and nodded.  She hadn't seen the patchwork wolf in the water often; perhaps she'd simply swum out too far, or the stings had done the work.  Who could tell?

"You're right," she said, though it did little to stop the acrid taste that rose suddenly in the back of her throat.  Misfortune seemed to have targeted a lock on their shore lately.  First Awinita, then Sandpiper and Smokestep, now Hexe.  Slowly the ones who had been there at the start were vanishing.

"We should bury her at sea."  She said finally, glancing at Gallows.  "Can you help?"  They would give her body to the waves, and when the tide went out, so too would she.  Rosalyn's home hadn't done as such, but she knew it was Ironsea's custom.

Between the two of them, they were able to manage the sad task, and after she excused herself, not feeling much up to chatter.

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