Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Relieved that her friend wouldn't insist on more practice, Doe flopped over more completely, until her body lay pressed against the earth. She stretched her neck until the tip of her nose touched Laggy's paw, her tail thumping in agreement against the sand. "I know that," she said with a wide grin. "He maybe wouldn't have, though. You see what you expect to see... I think Szymon expects wolves to hurt each other."

The doctor's smirk slipped into a frown as the whole statement began to register. Did she have a man? It was hard to say, with everything going on. She kept meaning to bring it up with her master, but things just kept happening, and they were all so busy...

"I hope that he will be mine," she admitted, at last. "I dream of it. But first, I have to ask the Leviathan if he wishes to have me. And if he does not, I have to ask if he will give me his brother."

Another smile was shot in Lagertha's direction; weaker than the first, but a smile all the same. "Oh, wherefore hath the sea curs'd me with such wicked allure?"