Stavanger Bay i'm not gonna beat her with a sock full of butter

When she spots Smokestep in the distance, her face lights up and her gait quickens, hurrying in his direction, nearly missing the chuff of a greeting before she skitters to a stop. Dirt and sand flies about and she loudly chuffs back. “Yo,” she announces with a swish of her tail, her posture relax and loose, drooping a bit in his presence. “I just chased off some weird lookin’ wolf from the south, hangin’ ‘round too close,” she adds, glancing upward to view his expression before looking awkwardly away, hoping he’ll be pleased with her work.