Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

sandpiper stiffened in rosalyn's company -- it disgruntled her how likable the older woman seemed. she just had friends everywhere, didn't she? her affable nature prickled feelings of intense dislike in sandpiper. she had been part of the "crew" for so long, and the only girl -- this addition threatened the status she had clawed for herself as one of the "boy's girls" and she childishly harbored resentment for it.

she didn't like the mix either, though it was not because of her ancestry. as raptor's posture shifted in agitation, sandpiper's followed suit -- the two of them momentarily looked like spooked cats. sandpiper stared somewhat nonplussed as the wolf started speaking in tongues again, her scruff hackles flaring. she was glad raptor took offense to it too, it made her feelings of dislike feel vindicated. "she's touched." sandpiper remarked cruelly, looking for any scrabble-hold to assert herself in the situation. she didn't want to give the wolf her name but begrudgingly obliged if only because one of the other two could undermine her refusal to play along by offering it. "sandpiper."