Chimera Fields cuffed the wrong one [BWP]

She wasn't sure why she was traipsing about here, but as a character who tended to get flung across the map on a whim, it makes sense.  Sometimes a jaunt inland did the body and soul some good.  And sometimes it was nice to get away from the smell of salt, if only so she could miss it a bit.

The other wolf caught her attention in periphery, rising unsteadily.  She honed in, and a wicked amusement rose when he tottered, then face planted, obviously unable to walk.  A normal wolf might have felt concern, but Rosalyn had to fight to keep a laugh from bubbling up.  If he died she might feel bad; right now he looked ridiculous.

"Having a day, are we?" She sang out cheerfully, approaching with a jaunty gait.  She didn't get too close; he might be crazy, after all, and she wasn't an idiot.  But hell if she wasn't going to poke a little fun.