Stavanger Bay her early leaf's a flower

For a moment Doe's eyes flashed with hot, red anger, and the little shewolf imagined lunging at the salt-toned male and burying her fangs wherever they landed. It was only the presence of Qilaq that held her back, and later on, Doe would be grateful for the fact.

For now, she tore her glare away from her mate's ire and flattened her ears in begrudging submission. This was not the time or place for a fight, and deep down, Doe knew that Szymon's anger was not unfounded.

"We're okay," she said, voice cold - devoid of anger and affection both. The woman turned away from her mate and attempted to wrap herself around their daughter, not yet sure she'd spoken the truth. Qilaq had surived the drop, but Doe didn't know if she'd been hurt, or if she would grow sick in the coming days.