Stavanger Bay Dangling feet from windowsill

We can page Skellige after they have a chat, maybe?

Emboldened by her encounter with the cat-wolf, Doctor was less concerned than she might otherwise have been when she saw the storm-colored female wading in the tide. The territory was not yet claimed, and while she still had a duty to defend it, it was not out of the question that some wandering soul might not know the regard with which she and her ilk treated the land.

The scrappy shewolf approached not without caution, but without any sign of anger. It was important to keep herself in check - not to start something that needn't be started. "Hail," she called to the female, this time stating a wish for peace instead of taking an outright aggressive tone. "These are pack lands, good lady. What do you seek here?"

They were not yet too many to survive on the bay, after all. The sea was kind and plentiful, and Doctor had a good reason to want to surround her master with available females.