Stavanger Bay before i know it, one day...

she froze, watching his movements carefully. her posture was guarded and perhaps uninviting, but she remained non-aggressive; a warrior, yes, but she was not one to scrap without cause. not even with men, though some would argue testosterone was a deserving enough crime. she swallowed thickly at the phantom taste of red blood, running rivers down her throat and breast.

aeglaeca blinked.

he was intercepting, cautious, a fair distance still between them— she sensed he would leave her, if she were to make it clear she was not interested in company. that was perhaps what she should do, but as before, the she-wolf sought information.

hello, she called, brusque.