Stavanger Bay We're all we need

Can I call you Uncle Danny?!

Floki's amused remark suddenly triggered a memory of that dastardly Vlad fellow. She should have listened more closely when he explained the origins of his pack's name. Well, she'd tried to follow everything he'd said but his thick accent and mood swings had definitely muddied the waters. She pushed thoughts of him out of her head as she flicked her wrist again, sending another sprinkle of sea water in her companion's direction. But then she saw that he wasn't paying attention to her anymore. He was looking past her, fur bristling defensively.

Wildfire glanced over her shoulder, then spun, water sloshing around her ankles as she flanked her beau. Together, they faced a pair of gray wolves milling along the beach. The nearer one was a young female who exuberantly introduced herself as Niki. Wildfire's eyes shifted beyond her, to the more distant wolf making a slow and measured approach. Recognition registered as soon as she could see his features. Her slightly damp tail began to wave slowly behind her.

Floki introduced them to Niki, after which Wildfire muttered out of the corner of her mouth, "I know him." Louder, she said, "Hey, Dante!" in the hopes of coaxing him closer. To Niki she added a smile and dip of her snout as she said, "Nice to meet you. Are you two here together...?" Her amber gaze roamed between the pair of hoary wolves. There was enough space separating them that they might have wandered here independently, though the resemblance almost had her wondering if this was a relative of Dante's, perhaps even a daughter or something.