the stars look like they’re not shining

Sedna snickered at his response, "Aww, don’ worry, I’ll keep yer safe from th’ big bad pack wolves," she teased, stepping over a gap where the path fell away, "Watch yer step..." While pack wolves were a worry, the cliffs were neutral ground yet, and she was very good at playing dumb when it was called for, "Worst case, we can just offer ter let ‘em join in,” she suggested slyly, “That’s usually enough ter scare the ones likely ter give us away off," she added as her feet finally found the sand at the bottom of the narrow beach. Now the only worry was getting hemmed in. This certainly might be a good angle for a small scouting team, but it’d be a shitful location to stage a raid from.

The silver woman stepped in close to Magnus’s side, using the close angle to look up at him like a lovestruck young girl and dropped her voice to make it look like she whispering sweet nothings in his ear, the smile on her face hiding the seriousness of her muted suggestion. "Hana’s the diplomat, I reckon we check in with ‘er when we get back an’ see what she has to say." The Archer-Lyall took the opportunity to briefly nip the underside of his jaw before prancing ahead to the water, allowing it to lap over her toes, using the cover of the movement to see what scents the breeze would bring her over the ocean. There was something odd about the two borders to north and south not touching and she wanted to puzzle it out. She meant it when she said she wasn’t going to blow their cover, and kept her tail waving lazily at her spine, looking back over her shoulder to see if he would follow, or if he was going to make her chase him for once.

"speech".