Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

When he spoke again, it startled her, causing the youth to jump. He motioned toward a distant waterfall and she blinked, then obeyed. Her movements were tentative as she padded toward the waterfall, her blue eyes flicking warily to and fro and her nostrils flaring as she vigilantly swept her surroundings. There was something distantly familiar about the scents filling her nose, yet she couldn't tease further recognition out of her tired brain. Instead, the pup glanced over her shoulder in the male's direction—almost as if she was planning to make a run for it, though she wasn't—and then approached the fresh water to drink.

Her throat did feel better afterward, her mouth less bitter with the sourness of bile rinsed away. Quietly licking her lips, the young wolf swiveled to watch as the large brute fetched some fish from a cache then prowled her way. As he came closer, she shrank, partially out of fear but mostly out of submission. Her ears pinned flat to the sides of her head and she made a point to sweep her tail downward, limp between her hind legs. As a matter of fact, she crouched her hindquarters so much that she ended up seated, albeit with a peculiar case of hover butt so that she wasn't quite flush with the ground. Almost as if she was prepared to flee, though there was still no conscientious intent there.

When he set the fish down at her feet and rumbled her name as well as a command to eat, something struck her as utterly familiar about this scenario. In fact, it gave her a small measure of comfort which she did not understand but she did embrace. Sharkbait, she thought again as she hesitantly bent to sample the fish. She only meant to nibble at it but soon found herself scarfing it, her body begging for the fat and protein after such a physical trial, even if her brain could not recollect the circumstances whatsoever.

Once the last scraps were gone, Sharkbait sat up slowly and finally found her voice to mention a thought that had formed in her head while eating. "Are—are you... my daddy?" Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt certain they'd done this before. And the word daddy kept bouncing around her skull, like the echo of a shout. As soon as the inquiry slipped past her fish-flavored lips, it felt... if not totally right, then at least mostly so, just like her name.