Stavanger Bay Your yelling's getting loud, keep it down now

uber vague, for @Raptor whenever you got time

After her encounter with her previous pack, and then that stranger on the borders, Rosalyn knew she needed to have someone who knew what they were doing take a look at these wounds.  She'd cleaned them best she could and they no longer bled freely, but the possibility of infection frightened her.  Last time she'd been hurt far worse, but it had been the fever that had almost done her in.

Maybe that was why she dreamed of him last night.  Not the man who she had killed countless times over in the night, each sweet as the time inspiring them.  Another - Vlad.  As always when she dreamed of comrades long past returning, she woke up with a lightness that, when the dream faded, became this ineffable sort of sorrow.

So to lighten up, she took herself by the magic woman's den... but she seemed to be out at the moment.  With a small sigh, Rosalyn headed down to the beach, picking up speed in her sore and abused limbs until she was running and racing straight into the waves, letting them engulf her momentarily.  She did not go far at all... no use tempting fate with wounds like this.  But the water would help so that she could continue to do what she could.