Stavanger Bay take care, they said

Some of the Doe's nervousness began to fade as the two men futher conversed. Skellige did not seem too worried about this wolf, and the wolf himself seemed polite and disinterested. Doubtlessly, this would all be over soon, and she could tuck the embarrassing encounter into the back corners of her mind, only to be reviewed when faced by another intruder. Next time, she would do the right thing.

For now, she stood behind her master, eyes bright and curious as they tracked over the pale wolf she'd almost mistaken for her love. He was a pretty thing - thought not as pretty as Szymon - with his dappled nose and jewel-toned eyes. Her tongue darted out to run over her nose as she thought of similarly dappled bird eggs - one of her favorite foods. If only I'd kept a firmer grasp on that vole... she thought sadly, fixated on Charon's muzzle. A whine of hunger threatened to breach the quite of the forest, but she quashed it with minimal effort. I'll be a good Doe and have some fish later.

Tail swishing wistfully, she waited for the impromptu meeting to be over.