Stavanger Bay inch by bloody inch

I don't think they've met yet!

Atoll was still fuming, unable to imagine the sort of bestial nature it took to attack someone to kind and good-hearted and pretty as her Shadow. It was unthinkable - so much that Atoll had never worried about her friend, even being out there all alone. What could happen to her, when everyone at their beta would surely be looking out for her simply because of the way she grinned?

But the unthinkable had happened. Someone had hurt her, and Atoll wanted them to pay. She was going to find Szymon right now and they were going to hunt down that bastard before he got too far to track.

Seeing a pale wolf coming out of the water, Atoll headed for the figure at once, though she stopped with a little oh falling from her tongue as the wolf's scent reached her, and her mind caught up with what her eyes were seeing. Not Szymon, then, but doubtlessly related. No other family could move with such grace in the water, and this shewolf smelled faintly of her Leviathan and his pretty friend.

"Hail," she said to the bigger shewolf, her tail wagging faintly behind her. "You're a Cairn, aren't you?"