Stavanger Bay I have no home; I make awareness my dwelling.

She looked at him somewhat loftily despite her complete physical disarray, knowing if he snapped her life was pretty much forfeit but confident in her pack's strength and her own overall moodiness.  Maybe he was touched, and couldn't speak, like Hex.  Look, another for Smoke's collection.

But no, he did speak.... nonsense.  Her nose wrinkled and her ears tipped back in annoyance.  "The fuck are you on about.  What's a cairn?"  The word didn't gel with her; if she had been told her captain's surname, it was long gone now from her memory.  His true first name and his nickname were all she associated with him, and his sister she only knew by her informal calling as well.