Stavanger Bay TiP TOE WiNG iN MY JAWWDiNZ

Pride and fear warred in the shewolf, but she pushed each one down in turn. This was Szymon's daughter that played in the surf - a Cairn through blood and not marriage. If Doe could survive the brutality of the sea, then surely, Julep could as well. Still, worry plague the woman as she watched her red daughter battle the waves, and, unable to help herself, she finally drew near.

"It's called the Sea, Jule," she said quietly, letting the water lap at her paws as she came to stand near her daughter. "One day, you will swim in the Sea, just like Papa does."