Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

in bijou, things were cyclical. harass someone for a bit, lose interest, find a new target, tire of that one... rosencrantz had served a purpose for now, but she sensed his patience was wearing thin. when wolves grew tired, they grew violent - she was not one to shirk from a fight, but given his hale appearance and the fact he seemed to be looking for connections, bijou was not stupid enough to overturn the pot.

just let it simmer a bit, maybe.

she stopped at one of his large paw prints, studying it. by now he had to realize she had drifted off. pointedly, bijou lowered her snout and got a good whiff of rozenstank -- when her head rose, it was with a beguiling grin. "i'll just take this one for the road. until we meet again." only, it had sounded a bit like eat instead of meet -- but who knew? the distance between them was growing ever long, and the wind had a way of distorting words over distance.