Stavanger Bay toxicity

One has to be used to water, for one to settle here, Saucy nodded but flicked her ear in slight annoyance. It wasn’t as much an irritation felt towards Huntington as a frustration towards her inability to fish well. Or swim well for that matter. She was working on it, she really was! She had a feeling her friends had plenty of pack traditions they brought from wherever they came - which Saucy was starting to feel like was actually the depths of the ocean - that they would just love to put in motion once the whole shabang got established. More than likely, at least one of them would require her to swim. 

Saucy was asked another question about Stormrift, about their ranks. They didn’t really have those yet, or at least that she knew of. She sort of took it that since the Mayfair-Cairns were establishing the pack  that they were leaders, but she also valued Dalia the same rank as them, and also didn’t think of herself as anything lower. Until that was made clearer, they were still a hodgepodge of sorts. No, they don’t, she replied, unsure of what other answer Huntington was expecting.