Stavanger Bay between scylla and charybdis

At the sound of a distant howl within her newfound pack Rouge purked her ears as they twisted to better hear and pinpoint where the call was comming from. She waited for the call to cease before lightly jogging in the direction. She had kept away from the pack members mostly and hadn't been in contact with any of them other then the two she had meet what she joined. 

As she jogged she could see numerious fish laying about the shores, somewhat magically and unreal. These would be a nice snack but not now, now she needed to head toward the call. After weaving her way through the displaced fish and began to see where Szymon stood. Along with a few othes she hadn't meet yet. Once in few she slowed her jog to a walk and stood somewhat outside the circle were everyone stood, but still in Szymon's line of sight.