Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

Atoll had been walking the beach, looking for glittering things with which to decorate her den. She did not expect to see a small wolf - nor did she connect the yellowish plop Skellige had thrown with this equally yellowish little girl.

Mind still rife with the longing for young ones that Rowan had stirred up in her, she went at once to the child's side, ears fluttering helplessly as she vomitted into the sand.

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly, eyes and voice soft as the mothering instincts that had turned a jawbone into Shink made themselves known once more.