Stavanger Bay give in to me

Doe followed after her love, their combined excitement making her paws dance in a rather undignified fashion. She tried to mimmick Szymon's purposeful strides, but Doe was a creature not built for stoicism, and when she felt something, she felt it with her whole mind and body.

So when she saw the things Szymon placed before her - Doe liked things - she couldn't help but turn a quick circle in the sand, tail lashing furiously as she made a show of nosing over each and every offering. When she got to the dogfish - Skellige's, he'd said - she jumped back as if in fear of being bitten, but did not touch the Leviathan's gift. Finally, she crowded toward Szymon, preening his cheek and neck in extravagant praise.

When she felt - several long moments later - that enough attention had been lavished upon her triumphant companion, Doe turned back to further investigate the three eggs. "The scratches?" she guessed, eyes narrowing at his scabby face.