Stavanger Bay Den-mother Doe

A tremor of disquiet pulsed through her at the barked command. Sharkbait made to obey, moving slowly and mechanically. She emerged from the mouth of the unfamiliar den and blinked a little fearfully at the gray she-wolf. She remembered her from the other day but otherwise Sharkbait knew nothing about this woman or what she could possibly want with her.

But she was in no position to defy or disobey and she didn't want to do either of those things. With a swallowed whimper, she slid down onto her belly at the Atoll's feet, permitting her to do whatever needed to be done. The word "heal" bounced around in her brain, so at least Sharkbait figured she wouldn't do her any harm.