Stavanger Bay Always be yourself. Unless you are a pirate. Then always be a pirate.

The wounds on her back have long since healed but her fur has only half grown. There’s gaps where scar tissue has formed where hair will no longer form but hopefully once the rest grows back, it won’t look so patchwork. Regardless, it leaves a sour taste in her mouth for birds (not that she had a high opinion of them to begin with) and when she comes across a pack mate being attacked, her fur bristles and she launches forward. Nox hardly thinks once (let alone twice) before she barges into the scene. She begins to snap her jaws at the bird raining down on the dapple wolf, trying to drive them away so she can free herself.