Stavanger Bay This night ain't for the faint of heart

menny excite, meess stenderds

the last few days had gone smoothly for the cairn girl -- for once. following her abrupt ass-kicking courtesy of arrille, the girl was in a surprisingly good place, if not still a little sore from the ordeal. the crew at last had become tight-knit enough for her to believe their claim on stavanger would be successful, and while she had no love for some of those on deck, she at least appreciated their efforts to make the bay their new home.

she had been foraging along the exposed rocks when she saw rosalyn approach. the wolf looked intent, as if she were committed to some mission. sandpiper smirked as she watched rosalyn drift along the shore, assuming smokestep had put her to some task to test her mettle. her strides were ardent, her gaze searching -- unbeknownst to sandpiper was the fact rosalyn was scouting for her.

it was no secret there was little love between the two women. sandpiper fixed her with a frigid gaze but said nothing, assuming rosalyn would eventually leave her presence on the impetus of whatever clandestine objective held her attention presently.