Stavanger Bay not broken

The white wolf came for her. He came for her.

She turned to face him, and the hunchback drew back her forearm to slam it into him as he flew. The force she could dole out could break the back of any wolf. But she had not enough time to do that. Only enough to drag claws against him and change his course, perhaps knock the wind from him. His fangs pinched and she roared in discontent.

The other ones retreated. Bear could beat this one. Leave me to my Ocean.

She surged forward to attack, berserk with belligerent fear that the wolf would try and displace her from the Ocean she had traveled so long to get to. Bear went for a body part, would shake and pull and tear, and never release, gripping something in her mouth as she turned and moved deeper into the territory, turning around and preparing to protect herself if necessary.

Consent given.