Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

The girl wrinkles her nose once Amayo puts her attention on her, wiping away a little sand that had stuck to her nose from her stumbles. Mastering the sand is taking longer than one might expect but none of it slows Qilaq down. The burn in her legs from the extra effort aren’t enough to stop her and she’d reached the woman anyway. Her head turns to look at the rest of the wolves, just as another approaches, and Amayo says something that assigns names to those circled around her caretaker.

Her tail waves through each one and when Amayo speaks her nickname, she can’t help but turn to the sound. She murmurs a repetition of the word under her breath even when she looks away to a wolf that looks differently than the others and she finds she can’t tear away her grey eyes. She is small and golden in color and Qilaq picks up her paw to move forward and cross the space between them but she doesn’t get too far before there’s another approach.

Qilaq turns her head behind her to look up at Amayo, uncertain to why they are there in the first place and not back at the den where she’d normally be settling for sleep. An exaggerated sigh slips past her lips and she picks herself up and moves to the backside of Amayo once more where she plops herself down in the stand and waits for their retreat.