Stavanger Bay i prayed heaven today would bring its hammer down on me

Rosalyn was taking a brief nap, but it was rudely interrupted when some loon started goin off down the beach. The hell was he on about?

She stretched with a light groan, feelin the pull in muscles from the swims she'd taken yesterday; likely this winter would be an unpleasant one, though she'd snap the nose off any wolf who claimed she was gettin old.  

"What's the OIIIin about?" She yelled back, mildly irritably.  She'd shake it in a few, but that nap had been one she'd been lookin forward to, and she wasn't too pleased to have it interrupted without good reason.  She was off in the direction she'd heard it from, though, so if he was still in range, could hopefully answer and let her know exactly where to go.