Gyrfalcon's Keep Imma shine

Much as she loves the fares of the ocean, Rosalyn had a hankering for something warm.  So she struck out north, running until she came across a lovely little forest that would do rather nicely for the foreseeable future.  She managed to bag herself a squirrel and had settled down to tear in, contentedly gnawing on it as she considered.

She certainly hadn't made any friends yet, though both Smoke and Raptor seemed decent and inclined towards her.  She hadn't seen much of them; likely they were out recruiting.  Perhaps she should do the same; find some bodies that suited her type, so to speak, just in case.  She wasn't feeling this Sandpiper woman much, and got the feeling a clash might come to head one of these days.  Wouldn't hurt to be ready.