Heron Lake Plateau I'm not gonna run from the scars and within

Rosalyn was looking off, but turned back when Towhee asked.  Fortunately for their conversation, Rosalyn had the ingrained behavior of looking at a wolf when she spoke with them, for the most part.  She knew something was obviously up... the loud sighs, the strange inflection, the direction of gaze.  But Rosalyn had never met a deaf wolf, so did not know what to compare it to.  Missing eyes, missing ears, yes.  But the blind and the deaf likely wouldn't have been allowed to survive long in her previous crews.

"Ironsea."  Now it was her turn to sigh.  "Along the coast.  It's a beautiful little cove, an a good crew." One of the better she'd met.  "Hard to rest easy here, without the sound of the waves."  Their white noise was natural by this point, and without it, the quiet set her fur on edge.