Stavanger Bay and the fire with all the strength it hath

Qilaq doesn't move for several long moments, burying as much of her awkward body into the small wolf. With deep breaths, inhaling the grey woman's scent, Qilaq is able to settle herself enough that her tension begins to subside. There are questions in her head she isn't sure how to vocalize and the word Amayo suddenly swimming in her head that she doesn't know what to do with. Pale, grey-blue eyes peel away from the salty fur to look up at the wolf that had rescued her. 

Amayo.

She swallows a lump in her throat, shuffling her front feet so she's able to sit up. Her limbs feel limp, locking at the joints to keep her upright, as the food in her belly settles her long awaited meal. The matter of sleep remains right around the corner, but now that she's relatively comfortable—her former worry long gone—she's ready for Amayo to take her home, or her parents come to her. Slowly she lets her front legs slide back down and her head on the ground to wait for the inevitable, dull excitement in the back of her mind that she'll be reunited soon.