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

She was finishing up a spot on her hip and had just set to cleaning one of the deeper scratches on her shoulder when Brig rolled up and greeted her.  She lifted her head, eyes immediately going to the bird that perched on his back.  That was normal.

"Hey.  Y'know you got a snack on your back, right?" She asked, eyeing it neutrally.  She wasn't a fan of making nice with food, generally speaking, though likely he was one of those wolves who liked such things.  Odd.  She did recognize him... he was one of those who had come when she had faced Sandpiper.