Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

raptor's puffed cheeks and dark scowl would have normally evinced a smirl from sandpiper, who found the expression comically ugly -- except sandpiper had just accidentally stumbled through a thought corridor she shouldn't have: raptor with other wimmins. like a petulant fourteen year old school girl obsessing over her new crush, sandpiper found her feelings hurt for no reason. she didn't even want raptor that way (and at present, lacked the faculties to even engage with him that way) but it didn't mean she wanted to share him with anyone either.

especially not rosalyn. her ears flew forward in both surprise and annoyance, and she sat down in the sand with a prim plop of her haunches. she looked to the stormy beach for a moment, her expression equally as unfavorable. "rosalyn?" she asked softly, still refusing to meet his gaze.