Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

she turned her muzzle away again as he continued to masticate the remains of the nasty water-spider. she busied herself with studying the swelling clouds that sat on the brim of the horizon where water met sky in an mix of soft pastel colors. a smile played her lips as he mentioned she might miss him -- that was for her to know, and him to find out.

except he wouldn't find out, because he'd be dead and sandpiper wasn't exactly convinced that dead things still had some sort of clutch in this tenuous world.

"would i though?" she queried sardonically with a tilt of her head, one ear flopping as she did so. "you're a lot of work. it might be good to have a break for a bit." obviously the firebrand was joking, but she could not help but swallow dryly as she thought of what it would be like if raptor or smokestep were dead. she'd surely be lost -- and being a bitch to other wolves just didn't hold the same amount of appeal to her.