Stavanger Bay And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

maybe @Brig ?

That had been a mistake.  Rosalyn glared at the cliff from a short distance away, ducking as one of the birds swooped in a final warning and giving an indignant 'shit' as its claws raked her ear.  It flew screeching back to the upper reaches, and she sat down where she was and set to putting her coat back in order.  She might need a dip in the ocean after that.

Her aim had been the nests on the cliff, and she'd had a time of it climbing cautiously to some of the lower set ones.  She licked her chops and grinned... the scratches had been worth it in the end.  Those eggs were good, and she'd managed to snag two nests before being forced back down and set to running.  Their beaks and talons had caught her a few times on the muzzle and shoulders, and she could feel the nick in her ear welling up, but the surface scrapes were nothing to a full and happy stomach.  Couldn't very well set eggs aside for the pack, but perhaps she'd go back and try to snag one of the offenders in a bit.