Stavanger Bay run doe run

I like how any AW threads that Sy shows up in instantly turn into Doe/Szymon threads.

Unaccountably flustered, Doe's ears began their usual nervous twitching, her 'pretty one' slapping Sy's nose in its exuberance while the torn one flopped harmlessly in the air. They can't even twitch together, she thought without real complaint, enjoying the attentions of her chosen partner. Always out of sync, those guys. All too soon, though, the touch was over, and she nearly fell over in her attempt to keep the contact going. Hopefully, he simply thought that she wanted to lie down for a bit, and she rather thought that the action had been disguised well enough.

It doesn't really matter, the voice in her head said lazily, still basking in the gesture. Doe had to agree, and nipped halfheartedly at his paws as he turned away. Come back here, she wanted to say, but she laid down instead, her tail flicking sand as she gazed after him with possessive fondness.

"Only the black ones," the doctor called, content to do as she imagined he'd been trying to bid her, and rest for a moment. Her ears swivelled to follow his movements as he trotted out of sight, but she soon found herself twisting around to look after him - and soon after that, twisting around purely for the joy of rolling in the sand. When he next passed, she resolved to get up once more and help him, but there was no reason she couldn't enjoy a moment of rest. The rosy shewolf let her eyes slip shut, and she fell into a breezy half-sleep as she listened to the waves whispering their songs.

Doe: *flops over and wiggles*