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

Nox does not notice the strain against the woman, only interesting in dealing blow after blow, pulling at fur, tearing at flesh, doing what she can to distract him long enough to just fucking let go. She won’t admit to getting tired, her stamina not as great as it should be, but somehow she succeeds. Rosalyn drops unceremoniously to the ground and she surges around him, moving to stand over her leader should the other not stop her.
 
“Who tha fuck do’ye—” she’s cut off when Smokestep steps up, growling, then addressing the beast attacking their crew. Her fur bristles high and she shows her teeth, expecting the captain to make his attempt at a charge to get rid of this wolf, but apparently, he’s family. “Ya mean y’know this shitbucket?” she growls lowly at the brute, bracing her feet in the stand should the stranger attack choose to attack again.