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

@Nox 

Hexe usually did not care about the people and other wildlife around her. She was so good at blocking them out from her conscious mind, that to walk in her shoes would be as if taking a shortcut and a bee-line through a very busy city. Buildings, people, street-lamps and other objects would not stop her from getting, where she wanted and get what she wanted.

And yet occasionally very persistant and very cheeky ones managed to break through that invisible thick barrier that Hexe had built around her. Today it was a sea-gull, who had eyed the same piece of a dead seal that Hexe had. They reached the rotten meat at the same time and grabbed it with the same gusto. Unfortuntely for the two - none of them was very keen on sharing. The dappled she-wolf growled menacingly and torn the piece away from the bird. It, however, screeching loudly, attacked Hexe's head and back with nasty pecks, while the wolf attempted to leave the scene. It's progress was considerably hindered, because the piece of seal was quite big and the number of the sea-gulls that flocked around her and joined in the fight over the food was increasing steadily.

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.

One of the many reasons Hexe preferred silence nowadays was because it did not attract attention. Have one screamer in your band and even the most carefully layed out plans go down the drain. Or in her case - annoy her immensely and do not let her to think clearly. In her perfect world people would speak hardly at all, embrace the silence and pay more attention to the noisy world around them. 

However, noise could have advantages at times and this one proved to be one of them. A pallid wolf charged viciously at the attacking sea-gulls, giving the dappled wolf a free pass to beeline towards the line of the forest nearby, where the birds could not reach her. There she put her spoils down and waited for the packmate to return.

But then she changed her mind, picked up the chunk of meat and disappeared in the forest. She was not the sharing kind after all.