Stavanger Bay wish we could turn back time

Wednesday marched right along. When she caught sight of the being, she squinted. There was something distinct about it that she knew she despised... but then, the wolfish qualities outweighed all else to her. It did not occur to her that wolves might ever breed with a coyote. But the thing was hideous, itself, due to it looking like the things she despised most. 

Less than your mother, she rejoined, deadpan. Looks, or others poking at them, did nothing to her now. She knew that she was ugly; Wednesday lived with that fact every day. Mothers, for others, were often a sore subject. Wednesday didn't know her own. The woman died postpartum, no doubt due to the strange child she had produced. Even as a wee babe Wednesday was no pretty thing. Unknown to her, it could only go downhill. 

She looked at the other wolf, and blinked at it. Not one for social graces or knowing how to communicate and play well with others, she pondered the loopholes of what the captain had said.