Sea Lion Shores seven seas, a thousand leagues

sandpiper might have had the shortest leadership reign in the history of ironsea, but she had not forgotten her duty to the pack. she had largely kept to herself following rosalyn's domination over her, and it happened that as a howl fluted over the stony shore she was not so far from the borders.

the cairn girl approached at a confident lope, her gaze fastening on two unknown wolves that hung respectfully back from the borders. she assessed the two of them as she came closer -- one a soft, silvery agouti with a deer haunch carried before it -- the other a strange, angular creature hooded by black.

awinita had already approached the pair and sandpiper scoffed at her packmate's visible lack of distrust. what awinita possessed in softness, sandpiper presented by prickly wariness. she was a sea-wolf, salty as all hell -- and they were strangers close to her territory. she thought the swab's approach to them was too naive -- too trusting -- until they made clear their intentions, sandpiper would afford them no such kindness.

after all, rosalyn had been a comrade -- and look where that trust had gotten her.

she slowed to a stop before them but her posture remained authoritative, and she spoke in a cold tone that mimicked the icy lap of the shore. "you have approached ironsea. be quick and state your intentions."