Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

After her guts emptied, she dry heaved a few times before her bunching stomach muscles finally relented and calmed. She shifted her smarting, watering eyes away from the unsteady horizon, focusing instead on a nearby sand dune. A gentle breeze kicked up then and some wavering sea grasses caught her eye. The youngster drew in a deep breath, the sudden ringing in her ears fading away. She felt slightly better than a moment ago, though she was a long way from being all right.

So when a stranger materialized nearby, a question on her lips, the young wolf twitched and then stared at her in bewilderment. Her lips parted to respond but there seemed to be a wire pinched or crossed somewhere between her mind and her mouth. No words came. Her moist blue eyes blinked, hard, and she swallowed against a rising feeling of panic. She had understood the other wolf, so what had struck her mute? What had happened to her? Where was she? Hell, for that matter, who was she?

The August air was warm and balmy, yet that didn't prevent a sudden chill from crawling down the pup's spine. Her lips moved as if in silent speech as she wracked her brain for the answers to these unspoken questions. But trying to come up with answers only made her head throb and ache. She felt like she might be sick again and pressed her eyes closed, leaning forward over the drying puddle of vomit with a muffled groan.