Stavanger Bay toxicity

so, they only had a leader in the man they called Ford. no rank nor title had been given to the loyal subjects of this start-up band of merry little seafarers. interesting. should it be here to start a community, she would reward her most trusted advisors with some weight. yet she was not their leader, and this was not her pack. this was merely a passing fancy. at the bay. at the coast. she would move on soon enough. Huntington flicked an ear backward.

"fret not. I will not trespass upon this land again" because there was no reason to be in a controlled area. it had nothing to do with respect. " and I wish you and your pack... good tidings." it seemed Saucy would not leave her be alone, so Huntington took it upon herself to depart. the situation grew dull the more they spoke, and either woman had much else to say. her lanky legs carried her forward as she left the bay - and her brief hopes - behind.