Stavanger Bay inch by bloody inch

Aside from hungry, the larger wolf appeared preoccupied as well. Atoll rolled her shoulders in an easy shrug, letting the short encounter roll like water off her back. A mental note was made to ask Szymon about the shewolf - what her name was, for starters, and whether she was a shy girl to follow up. It did not occur to the little wolf that her presence could be so easily dismissed, and Atoll continued on in her day blissfully unaware of the other's disregard.

Life was good.