Ankyra Sound saltwinter

The she-wolf was glad that the mangy Rat kept a wide berth of the rest of them.  Of all the number, he was the one with whom personal boundaries would be enforced heavily. Roz wasn't normally one to judge a rougher soul based on looks alone; sickness, however, was a line she drew. She didn't know if he carried anything of the sort, but until she did, he could keep his side of the beach.

Vlad introduced them aptly - Stendards Gerl, she rather liked that - and Rosalyn in the meantime eyeballed the woman who was to be their hostess. She wasn't impressed. The woman was slight and lean, not much to look at and with a wicked air. Those would have been fine in any other occasion ( and a few mifht have been positives really) but Roz was already inclined towards dislike due to the circumstances. Likely theirs was a comraderie doomed to fail before it even began.

The Rivaini kept her mouth shut for now, but turned her golden gaze to Vlad instead, a clear 'alright, what now' writ upon her features. He got them there. Was the aim simply survival, or was there more to this?