Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

for anything. sandpiper studied that knowing smirk, her eyes squinting. for anything like, a pack member driving their teeth deep into your back? that kind of anything? she pressed her tongue firm to the roof of her mouth, and said nothing in rejoinder to that. she thought it a subtle barb, but it was so subtle, she doubted herself shortly after.

sandpiper halted then, feeling her tail rise straight out behind her, almost parallel with her back. "fight me." she blurted, gaze hardened as she watched rosalyn for her reaction.