Stavanger Bay fragments of your lost soul scattered across an endless galaxy

The bone lands at her paws, milk-white and tinged pink with her pack-daughter's blood. Two small somethings click within her mind. First, she connects the chosen activity to the cutting of adult teeth. Next - and almost before she knows it - she is standing on the same shore, only as it was months before, and she is watching Shink be swept into the deep blue maw of the sea.

Seconds tick by, her breath comes faster - but she returns to her body and to the present day, and the bone is just a bone. Doe picks it up and pats the ground with her paws before prancing a few steps away, holding the prize up above Quill's head - although, the girl has enough legs now that even a little leap would bring her up past that level.

Knowing this, she lowers herself once more, flopping over to one side and leaning back on an elbow. The bone rests between her paws, and her hooded eyes sparkle mischievously as she watches for the daughter's approach.