Stavanger Bay sunpu castle

Doe arrived just as Deirdre called out her own intents. Feeling confident that the younger woman would know what to fetch, she allowed her to dash away without comment, her approach probably missed in the other's hurry.

The red woman slunk respectfully toward her brother and the other wolf, pressing kisses of affirmation upon the King's chin as she passed him by. Her attention, however, was focused on Testubo. His scent, though muddled with many strange things, was familiar enough to her. He'd been just another part of the scenery to her, but he was pack - family - and for that, she would give him her best.

A queer sense of deja vu gripped the dusky shewolf as she nosed over the ailing wolf, her tongue seeking to clean his wounds while they waited for Deirdre to return.

"You'll be alright," Doe murmured, because whether he lived or died, he was back in the selfish embrace of the sea. "Everything will be okay."