Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Her tail flipped excitedly, and her ears flattened in delighted sheepishness as the wolf told her she liked her. Doe liked to be liked. And she like Laggy, too. And she liked that Laggy liked her, and this whole day was just beautiful and glorious. Her paws tapped out an excited dance in the sand, but she refrained from jumping in the air or chasing her tail.

"I like you, too!" she chittered, eyes bright as they swept over her small frame. They were more evenly matched in size and weight than most other wolves she'd met; if she tested her skills against Laggy, she would know where she stood as a fighter. "Would you teach me to fight?" she asked, even more excited by the prospect. "I can hunt and heal and dig big, big, holes, but I've never been a great fighter. Just great at getting away," she explained, a little sheepish at the admission.