Love me tender

being vague because things

title is because I just saw All Shook Up and def one of my favorites now *o*

After her second meeting with Red, Rosalyn took off north, ready to stretch her legs and explore a little more.  No offense to Red, but the rogue wasn't the dependable type.  They'd run into one another again sometime, likely unless of course she decided to move on completely before then.  She did want to see a bit more of what this place had to offer. She passed by so many packlands on her way up that she imagined it had to have something special, though so far, she saw nothing but the usual dirt and trees.

Of course her wanders led her to the coast again, though rather than beaches, she met sheer cliffs.  Currently she stood at the edge of a strange forest, huge trees rising above, staring at the strip of beach far below.  She'd always been fond of cliff shores, the vantage they offered unparalleled.  She'd had a crew, once, on similar cliffs, for a month or two.  She grinned when she remembered it.  That had been a ride.  True, they'd mutinied quick enough, but she liked to think of it as their loss.  A lesson learned as well.

With a vociferous, dramatic exhale she settled at the edge, front paws dangling off the ledge, now simply watching the play of the waves and the sun's dance among them. It didn't get much more beautiful than this.