Dangling feet from windowsill

Doe

Poor, misguided little doctor. Oh well. Paging @Skellige - if Laggy is still agreeable, of course!

No! Don't go!

Outwardly, the doctor remained stoic, nodding along to the other wolf's words and smiling amiably when she laughed. She seemed a pleasant wolf, but the doctor did not know whether this was something that would attract or repel her master. She certainly seemed agreeable to him, but she was unsure of his true feelings toward her, other than his gladness that she served him, and a tenuous sort of respect.

But she was in no position to turn possible suitors away, and besides being a pretty thing, this wolf seemed a likely source of stability in their otherwise broiling pack.

"We are a seafaring people," she said to the wolf, giving the storm-coated female a friendly smile. "If kinship suits you, I think our leader would certainly appreciate another able body among our ranks."

Her eyes slid appraisingly along the shewolf's body as she spoke, but she quickly flicked them back to her face when she realized what she was doing. "Perhaps you'd like to meet him?"