Stavanger Bay Your yelling's getting loud, keep it down now

He plodded along the shore, swatting and kicking at clumps of kelp half-hardheartedly. Perhaps a crab would come scuttling out. Head down and mind elsewhere, Raptor did not even notice the First Mate until he had drawn so near as to hear her splashing. The sable wolf stopped and lifted his head.

He had not spoken much to Roz since he had recruited her and not since she had won her title from Sandpiper. Raptor chewed his cheek. The feeling of disconnect was only deepening.

"Hey Roz..." he mustered.