Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

"There are caches over by the tall, clumpy grass," she told the female, coming a bit closer than was polite to sniff eagerly at the gull. She wasn't hungry, but the smell of bood always made her a little giddy. "It's the only place where the sand doesn't fall down and collapse. I dug my den there, too."

Self-absorbed as she was, Doe nearly missed her new friend's next question. The word 'den' had distracted her, made her think of her ideas of making it a bit bigger, so she could make Szymon sleep there, too. Maybe even dig a new one! Oh, digging was such fun! What were they digging? Caches? Doe could do that!

Oh, but that's not what they were doing, was it? They were going to put the gull in a cache, and then - then Laggy asked a question, right?

Doe peered intensely at her friend, trying to remember what she'd said. It was easier with Szymon, because he talked so slow - it was hard to miss anything when he spoke, she hung on his every word... where was Szymon, anyway?

No! Focus!

"He found me by the water," she said distantly, trying to remember how exactly she'd come to know this place, these people. It was hard to remember things when Szymon wasn't around. "Or... I came from the water. I was trying to..." She didn't know. "Skellige found me, and he took me in." That much she was sure of. Simple, easy to remember. "He's been very kind to me. I mess up sometimes, and sometimes I don't know what to do, but he's a very good and noble leader."

Yes, that ought to answer her question!