Stavanger Bay you have what you have, and what you have is for you

as she stood beneath the ridge's small summit she thought she detected the faint aroma of disturbed pine; her ears clasped to her skull and she stepped back as a figure emerged from the den. sandpiper had never seen her before -- a captivating liver creature with a brilliant mask of sorrel. two intelligent sharp green eyes.

she huffed to witness such a pleasing woman -- it was certain -- sandpiper was no longer the most attractive of the crew. already, she was figuring out ways to marr this woman's beauty, or ways to subtly push her from their band. her schemes were shortlived for what the woman uttered next caused her to pause. she looked upon the nutmeg-marked female, taken aback. "uh, what?"