Stavanger Bay Why is the rum gone?

Foxglove apparently was not the only one, who was so absorbed in perfecting her talent and knack for a certain activity, that she hardly noticed people around her or cared, what they were doing. Usually she would ignore them, however, this was one hard to, because he was loud. 

Her head shot up the moment the first verses reached her ears and she regarded the agouti male with a look that was full of surprise, wonder and good shot of irritation for being disturbed. The bone that she had been holding between her jaws, snapped with a quiet "knack" and fell on the ground. She paid it little notice, trying to understand, whether the other wolf was addressing her in any way (his choice of words was very, very peculiar) or he was just another weirdo that should not be spared any more time.