Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

So used to and prone to wandering, Rosalyn tended to curl up and settle wherever the whim took her for the night.  In the cold like this, she'd prefer to settle in with a few bodies for warmth, but she hadn't yet found in this pack if that was to be expected (ie Starr doesn't know but if that's a thing she's cuddling).  

Rosalyn rose as the sun's rays were just peeking out and stretched, stiff from the cold morning air.  The south's climate agreed with her far more but she was growing accustomed through the years to the relative cold.  Unaware that she was passing Erzulie's new digs, she trotted off, intent on hitting the coast to rustle up a spot of breakfast.