Stavanger Bay we follow the yellow lights

She was grooming her pelt when she heard the call, paying special attention to her freshly scarred haunch.  She could only hope the fur grew back.  As her tongue smoothed over what little was left, she heard a summons, and pricked her ears.  Gallows.  Another of the newcomers, and another whose company she'd enjoyed rather a lot.

She left immediately, and hurried to the spot, but stopped short when she saw what he was looking at.  "Hexe," she said, low and under her breath.  She hadn't known her particularly well, nor had much use for her when they did encounter... but the bizarre wolf had been crew, and this wasn't a happy surprise.  

She stepped over next to Gallows, her eyes also running over, trying to assess what happened.  "Do you know?"  Rosalyn imagined he didn't see.... it didn't seem a recent death.  But he was a healer, yes?  Perhaps he knew something she did not.