Stavanger Bay run doe run

Last post from Doe unless the others decide to jump in. Post will archive 7/20 if no one shows up. Thanks for the thread, Sizzle!

Cackling wolfishly, Doe slipped her paw out of the Cairn's mouth and batted him deftly on the nose, and then quickly apologized with a lick on the side of his muzzle, sneezing at the feel of his whiskers under her tongue.

When her true explanation urged him to his feet, the doctor felt only a short moment of sorrow - for he used his voice once more, and she could only gaze up at him and wonder at is goodness. Not even her chagrin at others being called to do her work could mask her admiration of him.

"You take such good care of me," she said softly, quietly as he leaned in close. No song in these words - there was not a tune to accompany the depth of feeling they encompassed. There were other words she wished to sing - praises of his sweetness, his noble deeds, the strength of his voice - but the words would not find the usually garrulous wolf, and she simply watched as he went to gather more stones.

Not wanting to be caught lying down if anyone had heard Szymon's call to action, Doe scrambled to her feet and picked up the scrap of kelp she'd been using to damp the sharpness of the rocks. She hadn't been brave enough to call to the others for assistance, but they could be done within the hour with even a few more to help! Trotting to the shore to search for more rocks (for if she followed Szymon, they'd surely never get anything done), Doe kept one ear quirked to anyone who might come to help.