Stavanger Bay we gather in shadow and ash

Sadie heard a call but was not sure to answer it or not. She was just merely inspecting that land, though she knew well that she was beyond the marked borders. Normally, a wolf would be scared being in someone else's territory when it was marked, but she didn't. It made her feel rebellious, young, invigorated-- feelings she lived for. The pirate, her ears swiveling and turning pricked at the sorrowful note of the song she heard, wondering what could make someone sad in their call. Sadness was a feeling Sadie didn't understand too well, nor did she understand empathy.

The pirate, with a curious pace, set off towards the call, waiting to be chased away. The call had an instruction, to go into the water. Though it was frigid and bitterly cold, sadie felt like the call was almost- urgent in the sense that it needed something, someone. She followed suit, trotting into the water and stopping a fair distance away, staring at the others who were in the water too. She was light on her paws, ready to run off.