Seaside Moors in sweet solitude of mind

Wintersbane.  Even your name is aspirational.  She couldn't help but prod, the large and stoic were her favorite targets, and this man screamed both on first impression.  His simple 'this is my home too' amused her... it was true, perhaps, but he did not rise to her insinuation.  She wondered if, perhaps, he'd later choose to seek more.  Rusalka had been quite a long while.

Rosalyn.  She no longer held rank outside of that, not one that mattered, but she'd found with age a lack of care.  Alpha, Beta, Captain, First Mate... she did as she pleased.  She'd thought that was the case when she was younger and boasted it, but the lie had been she'd always wanted more.

Pirate or soldier, Wintersbane?  From the look of you, one has to fit.  Name, bearing, scars... how he viewed himself would tell her most of what she needed.  She didn't doubt Erzulie's taste in taking in members, but she did like to know where they stood.