Stavanger Bay I took his hand, we stood back, and watched the banks turn red.

He was going to give her a generous opportunity to walk back her former rudeness and she would take it.  She'd never professed to be an expert in diplomacy.  She had more than enough witnesses to her shortcomings in that around these parts, after all.

Rusalka needed friends, so she'd do her best.

We keep mostly to ourselves, and live in the sound north of here.  We've had some problems with the cliff wolves, but only because they seemed to wish we were gone.  She kept it light, since it wasn't entirely necessary to air all of their dirty laundry to a strange back. Just enough to set the scene.  We are a new pack, but most in it have lived on this coast for seasons.  It is a... fickle place.  She paused, not wanting to imply that their pack would not be one to make it, but thinking it all the same.  Perhaps they were stronger.  They'd certainly need to be.