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

sandpiper caught the mix of suspicion and what she interpreted as possible resentment cross raptor's face. fair, she thought -- she definitely deserved it. it did not dampen her spirits too much, as she was a particularly special brand of selfish asshole for the most part. she still felt guilty for the cross manner in which she had addressed the only wolf who tolerated her without having a burdensome blood-tie to her -- but his lack of disinterest in her was encouraging enough that she quickly shed her cowed mein for her usual abrasive demeanor.

"pysch - it's not dead." she growled suddenly, flinging it at him in the manner he had tossed it at her -- only, it was definitely dead and it clattered lifelessly in the sand. she stepped after the sorry offering, hanging back a little as she added: "thought you'd be clever enough to figure out how to eat it." she added, aware she had yet to actually apologize to him. begrudgingly sandpiper cleared her throat and threw in a pathetic: "sorry i called you a mangy, stupid cur."