Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

outer perimeter of SB. family welcome as is any other member of the pack >_____>

She had traveled a long while to get to this point.

Leokadia had endured famine and beaten that, as she had beaten most things. It was of no surprise to her that she survived such a thing; she was a woman who had little morals but for the ones that kept her on this earth. She was not a seedy female by any means, but 'the end' was survival, and she had found many means to that end on her journey here. What room was there for heart? For thought?

His scent was here. Of them all, Skellige had earned the measure of her respect. She cared little for Ksenia's murdrous ways, as that did not ensure survival. It served only the ambition of Ksenia, and that meant nothing to her. Skellige would be a good leader, and would not go around murdering those who angered him when he did not get his way as Ksenia surely might. Of any child of the Warsaw Clan, Leokadia would bet on him to keep and expand their legacy. It was her wish to aid him in that. To make history. Here they may surely make new rivals.

That did not mean she would forget the old. Leokadia had a penchant for holding grudges as much as she had a preference for pretty faces.

She paused at the beginnings of the Bay and howled, so that all would know she was not in hiding.