Stavanger Bay turn around unless you want to fornicate in the willows

Rosalyn didn't honestly know much about her packmates' lives outside of the bay, and she assumed this was because they preferred it that way.  She wasn't the type to nose much where she didn't belong, unless there was some point to it.  

She shook her her head and waited for him to explain.  Fortunately when he did, he did so in a way that allowed Rosalyn to fully assume the encounter had been mutual, and she smirked at the mention, understanding what he implied.  If she knew the truth, there was honestly no telling how she'd have responded - she had a bit of a complicated history with the like.  Probably not well.

Well, good news! Perhaps.  Though it gave her a small pang to hear he'd formed a familial tie outside of the bay and crew; he'd been one of the few with her who had nothing aside from this.  She kept this well hidden though, instead grinning and giving him a small push.  "I'm happy for you! Seems like fatherhood fits.  Are they lookin to sign on? Or do they got a crew elsewhere?"