Stavanger Bay rough and tumble

the man was welcomed to the idea, which gave her a brief pleasure. it seemed he was no fool to accuse her of doing something she lacked. though he could always turn out to be a fool, or even a tyrant. "I take it you are in a leadership position, then?" or perhaps a historian of the way of Stormrift. she did not know how long the pack had been around, if it was even an active one, though she suspected from his stance he had some sway here. good. she would not be speaking to, well, a crazy fan spouting nonsense merely to get her to join. 

there was an offer to step over the borderline. Heloise would stare at the invisible line for a second before boldly going over. though was it so bold, when he had gifted her such a thing? the stranger asked what she wanted to know. her gaze turned from the bay to his face once more. "there are many packs at the coast" she would remark, having seen their borders on the way here "why did Stormrift settle here? is there a significance to this area? traditions?" she would begin with that as she stepped beside him, waiting for him to answer.