Stavanger Bay And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

The interaction between the two of them doesn’t seem to last very long. The stranger trots off in the opposite direction and her eyes follow the leader briefly, watching as she adjusts to the situation and decides to head her way. Her ears flick upon her head and she shifts, uncertain what she’s supposed to make of it. The birds are still upset, but seemed to have started to quiet now that the threat is leaving the proximity.
 
“What was that?” she asks with a flick of the nose, but whether the birds or their estranged pack mate, she isn’t clear.