Gilded Bay Standing in the open light

bijou followed the snowcloud up the wrack line, feeling the tug of the waves as they receeded. she did not mind the droplets that rained from his shaken ruff.

this one knew her game, it seemed.

hardly a surprise, considering she had treated him as if he were shark bait.

"i have no camp." bijou announced - were she human her hands would be turned skyward in an open-palm gesture of i-dont-give-a-fuckery. no street urchin this she-wolf was -- her base was the open wildnerness and nothing less.