Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

It was cold, and when it was this cold, there were really only two options... hunkering down to wait it out or running to get the blood pumping.  Today was initially going to be a plan a type of day.... but before long, boredom overcame discomfort, and a run it was to be!

She was loping along the strand when she spotted Sandpiper, and at first didn't intend to slow down.  Last time they'd met, the other wolf had made it fairly clear her ire hadn't cooked quite yet, and Rosalyn was content to leave it be for now.  She wasn't near desperate enough to force a friendship, especially not with a wolf she didn't particularly enjoy in the first place.  But a particularly nasty slice of wind cut through that intention, and she slowed with a long shudder, lowering her head and closing stinging eyes against the quick blast.