Stavanger Bay Why is the rum gone?

The dappled she-wolf had no idea, what the object was or what was it's intended purpose. Either called a wellies or refrigerators or whatever, the more pressing problem was - what could she possibly do with it? How could it come handy?

Therefore, when Engel asked the very obvious question and was not that quick to give his own suggestions as to the use, Hexe frowned. This was not important, but she still shook her head, then plopped down on her belly and began to gnaw on one end of the boot. Though it was not edible, there was something very relaxing in chewing it.