Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Doe let her tongue loll out of her mouth as they headed off for the caches, her paws lifting too-high off the ground to be quite dignified - but she pranced when she was happy, there was no way around it. Besides, these were her allies, and Laggy her sister in pack. It would be silly to try and be anything but herself around them.

"I'm glad you found it, too," she said with feeling, her tail waving like a flag in the air. "I've only grown close to Szymon so far - and I think I made friends with Deirdre, but she's from Donnelaith, not the bay."

And what a shame that was!

"Where did you come from?" she asked curiously, turning her head to get a good whiff of her new best friend's mysterious odor. It was strange an dizzying enough to think of her own past - imagining someone else's was beyond her power. Even the subtle scents that made up the shale-and-stak beauty's perfume did not help. In this, she would have to rely on the other's words alone, and the scrappy shewolf wiggled her oversized ears accordingly. Ready to listen, they said.