Stavanger Bay And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

Nox snorts at the statement. What’s gonna change in a few weeks? She brushes it off, though, because Roz does thinks she belongs in Ironsea. There’s still a lot to unfold but of all the mismatched wolves in one place, where else would she fit?
 
“I’m gonna go check the borders,” she says a beat later when she realizes she doesn’t have anything else to say, “you wanna come?”