Blacktail Deer Plateau safe upon your bed of moonlight

Rosalyn did not need to think for too long on how to describe her old compatriots.  Wolves who take what they want from other packs,  she answered.  Coastal scavengers.

There was a part of her that would always miss the simplicity of that brand of wolf.  Unlike many in Rusalka, they tended not to waste the energy hiding who they were and what they felt.  She wondered if this girl had picked up that coastal openness or if, like common, it was not shared.