Ankyra Sound Coastal Wonderings

Rosalyn had sized up her newfound queen and found her adequate, if only because of the lack of threat she perceived. There was little posturing, and the Rivaini was allowed to continue her ways unchecked, so she had little to complain towards.

The status quo could stay as it was - for now. But inwardly she was taking note of the characters whom she now called pack, even temporarily, searching their strengths and weaknesses as was her way. She did not like to be surprised. The only one who held any sort of interest for her so far was Vlad - the man was a loose cannon, but he at least had a shade of personality to him.

When the stranger came, Roz happened to be returning from a (sadly unsuccessful) hunting attempt. Determined to give it another go after a break, she stepped along the shore when her ears caught Caiaphas' curt order. Now interested, she slid into their midst, circling the makeshift queen for a look at the intruder.

"So territorial. And here I thought you were in the business of collecting strays," she said, her eyes scanning Sebastian's bulk with interest. He didn't smell affiliated, and looked far less sorry than any of their ragtag bunch so far. Unlike Caiaphas, she felt no attachment to this strand, not beyond the scant security her fellows offered. Others were welcome to it as far as she was concerned.