Stavanger Bay we gather in shadow and ash

She appeared easily, eyes merely wary of the surroundings. Almost immediately those eyes picked out the stormy visage of Cairn and Wanderer relaxed almost imperceptibly - this face she knew. She stood on the outskirts, looking, but not seeing the faces of the others. Her jaws clenched gently about the thick staff she carried with her at all times but she did not tear into it, for she knew none of those gathered save the regal wolf she'd met but days before.

She had determined thus; she would not sully the purpose of her stick with false faces she might not see after the winter.