Stavanger Bay I have no home; I make awareness my dwelling.

The call puts Nox immediately into action. She’s gotten used to trailing the borders without concern, able to push back any unwanted anxiety and do her job. There’s been no sign the brute is coming back for her, using her once then discarding her, and she can eventually return back to normal. The thrill of excitement for a scuffle pushes her harder, exerting energy pent up over the last few days, and making her way to Roz as fast as she can.

She sees the stranger slam her leader into the sand and her fur bristles, lips pee back, and she makes a hurried line toward them. There’s no particular plan in place other than throwing the stranger off guard and removing him from Roz.