Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

Though her overlarge ears flickered in apparent acknowledgement, Doe stayed quiet a moment longer, still a bit wary and still studying the rangy ghost across the rocks. After a thick beat of silence, the smaller wolf gave her tail a hesitant wag and moved a bit closer to the stranger. It was a roundabout path she took, moving first to the left, forward and then to the right, forward - moving in a stuttered half-circle until she stood only a few short yards away, ears low but not pinned back.

There, Doe's nostrils flared, and she took in the scents that the woman brought with her. No sickness from what she could tell - able-bodied and in good health.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she asked, and it was clear in her tone that she did not ask as a means of ferreting information, but because it was her wont to bless those that pleased her, and there was something pleasing about the presense of this wolf. Doe wanted to give her something.

In the back of her mind, she still heard Mirage's words, explaining how the gods came down and pretended to be wolves - how they blessed those that blessed them and cursed those that cursed them.