Stavanger Bay champions of the just

Spring was swiftly encroaching and still, her season hadn't come.  It was stupid to hope.  Better that it withered away, that she enjoy her aging in peace.  But she felt disappointment bitter in her throat and traveled, this time alone, back along the coast and towards the bay.

Nostalgia led her steps, but when she arrived, it was to find fresh marks on the borders of the lands she'd once claimed.  The smell of it curdled in her throat, mingling with the disappointment already there to turn her mood rather sour.  She'd tested fate, it seemed, by opening her mouth on their last visit.  Someone, somewhere, was laughing over this.

As another wolf came into view, Rosalyn's fur lifted.  She and Erzulie had no claim here, and no real plans either... but the thought had remained somehow, maybe, Ironsea could be their home again.  Having the possibility snatched from her so abruptly cut deep, and her gaze on the woman who approached was far from kind.

Perhaps it was best she leave.