Stavanger Bay Den-mother Doe

Dense as the shewolf was, not even Amayo could miss the glassy look of uncomprehension in the girl's eyes. With a sigh of defeat, she simply set about cleaning the grit and grime that often accumulated daily on a wolf's fur when one stayed near the sea. It was a fact of life that she had learned to live with, but problem not one that the younger wolf had yet come to terms with. Perhaps this added to the girl's woes, and perhaps she did not even notice them. It was hard for Amayo to tell - but neither was there much else she felt she could do for Sharkbait.

Tomorrow will be kinder, she thought to herself, attempting to clean the prickly eye-boogies from the smaller wolf's face. We just have to keep believing that.

The trouble was, Amayo could only believe it for herself. Sharkbait would have to come by the knowledge on her own, somehow.