Stavanger Bay she said there's nothing to be said, nothing to be gained

sandpiper did not let on how critically she was studying nox for an answer -- she flicked an ear as if in dismissal, pleased with the wolf's reply. of course, it was entirely possible nox was lying -- but sandpiper hadn't yet come to that conclusion. "ah." it was all the utterance she offered, for she considered the response satisfactory and any further probing would betray her underhanded interest in nox's relationship with the female.

she picked past a jutting expanse of sea-stone and raised sand-bars, coming to rest at a gently braided flood-pool that trickled out one end back to the torrential sea. here the tide-pools, exposed to the glum face of the grey sky, seemed to sit reflective and stormy as the world above them. "here ya go." she exclaimed, stepping back to survey the tidal flat with a hungry but appraising eye.