The air was not so frigid here. Bryn was happy to be rid of the weather up north, after her... dalliance with pack affairs. So much for that! She'd lasted one week before the leader had decided to up and move, merging his number with another reigning woman. Not wanting to exert the effort needed to take part in such a tedious mingling, Brynhildr had left with her tail held high. Perhaps she ought to have at least gave her farewells, but... Eh. If it ever came up again she would make amends later! But this realm was large, and there was plenty of space for avoiding awkward confrontations. Besides there were a plethora of mollusks here, and she was happy as a, well, a clam to spend her days digging them up and feasting on the sweet meats hidden inside. The sound of the ocean, the gurgling streamlets as the tide flooded in, the smell of the harsh salt winds which swept in off it's surface... She drew in a deep breath. Sure, she was cake up to her belly fur in muck and she smelled of seaweed and rotting kelp, but that didn't mean she wasn't having a good time. Quite the opposite in fact. The more disheveled she was, more often than not, the better her day was going. She cracked her jaws down around the shell of a particularly large crustacean, grinning around the object as it gave way. "Speech"
