Stavanger Bay and the fire with all the strength it hath

Qilaq had fallen asleep once more in the embrace of the sweet woman and had remained asleep for the majority of the way to the bay. It hasn't been the most pleasant of sleep but her body had been much too tired to fight back. The rest of the trip being made while she's awake is silent, on her part, and she doesn't move more than she has to. The pain in her stomach gives her further discomfort, but the hold Doe has on her prevents her from being able to vocalize her need. 

When an eternity seems to pass, she's finally set down and not picked up again. A tongue touches her and she leans her head back into the caress and groans, the skin sensitive and sore. Qilaq squirms to try and get away, but only by a few inches, as agitation sets in. Her body feels heavier than it has and the woman won't let her be long enough to gather herself. Her limbs give out beneath her and she collapses to the ground, no longer fighting the overstimulating grooming. Her head rests between her paws and eyelids become heavy, unable to keep them open for more than a few seconds. She isn't sure how to ask for food, to fix the pain in her belly, so she curls up at the woman's feel instead and waits. 

The other wolf's voice soothes her and she uncurls just enough so that she can scoot back toward her, and rest her head close enough that she's touching one of her legs. A word weighs heavy on her tongue and Qilaq isn't sure how it managed to get there, but she knows she has to get rid of it: "Qilaq."