Stavanger Bay at tara in this fateful hour

Tail lashing madly in the air, Doe held her bow for several long moments, waiting for Sy to come and play. The pale wolf, however, looked more uncertain than ever, and Doctor nearly stood and moved toward him, longing to ease whatever anxiety had plagued him. But then, a bit stilted, he began to respond, and Doe's tail lashed more fervently than ever in silent encouragement. You can do this! she wanted to say. Please, please do this. She wanted so badly to be interacted with, acknowledged.

And then - hallelujah! He feinted toward her, a glint coming into his bright yellow eyes. Yes! Doe thought triumphantly, overdoing her reaction, just a bit. She leapt up with a sharp, joyful yap, twisting in midair like a bird readying for flight. The landing was light and short-lived, as she sprang toward the other wolf as soon as her paws touched the ground before dashing the other way once again, never stopping to wonder what had made him so uncertain. He wanted to play, now, and that was what mattered - for she was a fickle and slef-centered creature, at heart, despite they joy she found in caring for others.

Within leaping distance, Doe paused, slapping the ground once again. Is that all you've got?

Thoughts of danger did not cross her mind. Sy was her friend. She didn't have words to describe pain that might come from him - such things did not exist in the world that she lived in.