Stavanger Bay she said there's nothing to be said, nothing to be gained

As she tries to find some sort of usefulness in her being here, and an attempt to distract herself, she spent the last several days marking the borders away from the shore. There aren’t as many birds and she has to make sure she’s not scared to leave the territory. If she stays on the border, it’s kind of like leaving and not leaving at the same time, but her patrols are often short lived and if she spots enough, she ducks away and finds herself further into the territory.
 
It’s how she’d gotten to the shore, darting through the forest until she’s out on the other side. The sight of another down the way doesn’t make her feel any better. She’d been trying to avoid someone only to run right into someone else.
 
Nox huffs a breath, shakes out her fur, and begins to trot down the coast toward her unknown cousin as if nothing had been wrong a moment before.