Stavanger Bay A Tisket always has a Tasket. You don't need a Basket, though. Keep that.

A snort flew threw her irritated snout; finally something they agreed on. Well that's not true. They agreed on abuncha shit, but they were just different about how they did it. Valkyr flat out admitted her lack of fucks to give, whereas Vyn toyed with folks a bit more, pretending she gave a fuck, then shattered others once she got bored of em. Either way,-

"Wow, thanks for the confidence, slut. Now I know to give you a seaweedy kiss when your birthday rolls around. Brand new perfume for you~" she smart-assed in a sing-song voice that sounded worse than the smashing waves they were forced to listen to. "In this case, we can bounce-" she concluded before someone decided to not only interrupt their conversation, but to exclude that point that they were trying to make. Topaz eyes locked onto the velvet tan chick sashaying her way over, disintrest gilding disturturbed distrust in the Reign's gaze. What the hell did that mean? Bluntly, she chopped a stocky body over to be closer to her sister, if not slightly before the svelt sibling. And even more bluntly, her sarcasm made no way to hide itself in her words. "What, to the sea, or to smacking your ass for just walking up to us like you got plans?"

At this point in Teekon Wilds, she didn't take strangers as kind as a typical girl did. They had come across plenty of strangers who either tried to take advantage of them, or had some unknown vendetta against them. Whatever it would be, she didn't have a problem throwing dow. This chick was smaller than her, anyways; one of those pretty girls. Now her sister might not have wanted a fight, or maybe she did? Who knew till somebody ended up bleeding to death on this beach? Turning slightly over her shoulder, she pointedly asked Vyn, right in front of the very wolf who even stated it,

"What's 'You're close' mean, though? Like, did we pass a border? Can't smell shit through beach-topia."