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"Ahh... la pesca.  It's a bit different, with the waves n all."  Rosalyn wasn't sure about introducing her to the beast that was the ocean quite yet, but if Smoke thought it was a good idea, who was she to argue?  "Livin on the coast, we get a lot from the ocean.  But like he said, la mar is rarely kind."  If they didn't die of old age, most wolves Rosalyn had known in her youth were lost to the waves, either by their own stupidity or by failing bodies to weak to resist her pull any longer.  "I can show you, if you like?"  She wasn't sure she would catch anything here, but pointers at least she could give, things that would keep her somewhat safer.  She was small, yes, but Rosalyn was not large herself.  She would manage fine, the woman was sure.