Stavanger Bay Sand & Lead

ever since she had rudely escorted narcisa from their borders, she had been in a slightly better mood. if by 'slightly' and 'better' one meant she was not as caustic or as abrasive as usual. she was still 'sandpaper' - brash, brazenly assured, and downright impolite. she carried herself with an esteemed swagger as she strolled down the beach -- right until she spotted the lean figure of another intruder.

assertively her ears pulled forward and she moved in an easy lope, closing the distance with her muzzle pressed forward in slight urgency. she did not recognize this female and as she came within a more respectable distance, her hackles rifled along her shoulders and back and lent her a most unpropitious disposition. she slowed her steps and leveled the tan woman a cold stare, her lips lifting as she spoke: "you're on cairn territory, friend. " she hissed, her blackened lips curling back further: "better piss off."