Stavanger Bay maybe they'll keep this snarling heart contained

For simplicity's sake, I'll set this for shortly before the birthing thread. Hope that's alright.

The call drew the red woman from the shadows, as if the cry of the stranger had been some pagan summons, and Doe was the creature that was called forth.

Her pelt was wet, slicked back against her skin except for the spiked crown that laid around her neck, which stuck out at all angles after she'd shook the water from her body. She'd just come from the sea, had been praying for her children's safety as their Time came near. The Drop was close at had, and Doe wanted them to be ready. Wanted the Sea to see them as she did, wanted them to be treated favorably by her wicked waves. If they were to survive, they would need every boon Doe could buy them - and so, that morning, the red mother had snatched away a fat sea lion pup and sacrificed it to the waves.

She'd not consumed it, but the red blood of her kill was splashed across her ruddy face.

"Hail," she said to the stranger, yellow eyes raking over his countenance, calculating. "Come and meet me, stranger," the red woman offered, standing just on the other side of the ring of stones. Her tail flagged behind her, half in warning and half in invitation. He would be allowed to cross, if only he would behave.