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

Creepy cameo -- tag her to involve her! :)

Nox is used to the sounds of birds but since her run in with a couple of golden eagles, she isn’t so keen on the idea of any others, to be honest. Seagulls are annoying to begin with but she’d been able to tune them out, but lately she’s been on edge. She hasn’t been very social with the other members of the pack and the few wounds she had from her attack with the loner had been easy to blend in with those on her back from the large predator birds over a month ago. The skin is mostly healed with a few scabs just short of sloughing off but it doesn’t help the cold still in the air and the ocean whipping it around like nothing.
 
When she hears the upset of the birds in the distance, after chasing several on the beach, she flinches and looks in that direction. Curious, she begins to make her way closer to see but someone else has a similar idea and she hesitates, keeping back off the shore so she doesn’t draw too much attention to herself. Eventually, Roz pops into few—or so she thinks it’s by a forceful squint—but still remains in the distance for a few silent moments.