Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

Her tongue swiped over her nose as her pretty prey drew nearer, the inches melting away as Furiosa remained still and vigilantly watched her approach. She couldn't stop her tail from wagging, unable to mask her magnetizing interest in the mousey beachcomber. As she came to stand closer her scent reached the ghost then, and for the three-time mother, the scent of life growing in her was unmistakable. Her expression changed marginally— her nose twitching a little more intently, her eyes a little wider— as a new degree of enthusiasm scuttled around in her own stomach like a crustacean.

"You can always do something for a friend," the ice witch softened into a purr, slithering a step or two closer as she extended her nose with naked interest. "I'm your friend." Not true. "I will be your friend," she amended with the tender care one might use to handle a bomb.