Stavanger Bay All you have is your fire

'Well, shit.' The white maned female thought, watching the wolf run away. She boredly looked toward his fleeing form, giving no chase, and little care to his weak apology. Norsamu thought she gained a friend, but he carried too much baggage for her to bare. Most likely if he didn't ditch her, she would ditch him. Her brows ceased in irritation. She was mostly irked by the fact he had the balls to leave her first. Her natural competitive nature sparked in this moment. Even then, she didn't chase despite the thought to pummel him.

"Alright. Where do I go now, aye?" It only took a few moments to push the moment to the back of her mind, as Norsamu got up nonchantly, looking toward the sea. Her usual charismatic smile returned, as she held a gaze of adventure. It was time to wander once more.