Stavanger Bay I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way.

Doe wagged her tail as the other spoke. The words were lost on her - she was no longer really listening - but the happiness in them was enough to keep her happy with the other's presence. Doe liked happy wolves because she liked to be happy. Sad wolves made her sad, but happy wolves were always good company.

"I'm glad!" she exclaimed when the other had finished speaking - it was more a stand-alone statement than an answer to the other's thoughts, but there was no helping that. "Well, I should get back to my pups - they've only just been born, and this is my first time being away," she explained, regretful. She wanted to stay and maybe even begin a game with the friendly shewolf, but who knew what horrors Papa Szymon was inflicting on their young? She really had to be on her way.