Stavanger Bay When the sun is high

She'd not seen Qilaq in some time - Skellige's brood had kept her busier than her own children ever had, especially since she was still tending to those three as well. The days passed quickly, and Doe had lost track of her eldest child in all the fuss of pups and winter. It weighed heavily on the red mother, especially in light of Furiosa's death and the quickly-approaching day of the Three's Drop.

So Doe searched for her daughter, calling out Qilaq's name-sound as she scaled the beach. The youngest children had been left with Muses while Doe allowed Julep, Whiskey, and Isengrim to wander to their heart's content. She hoped that someone would stop them before they went into the water, but at this point, she knew that they would all be tested soon. Qilaq had survived this negligent approach to parenting, at any rate.

At least, she had until now. Doe realized that she could not speak for her dark-furred daughter's health. It'd been more than a week since she'd last seen her, and when she searched for her now, her scent was hard to find, and it was not Qilaq's darkling form that bounded upon the sand, but a paler one than Doe currently knew.

Sharky? she thought, but the name was quickly discounted. This one was younger than Sharkbait had been even when they first found her, and the Deserter would be even older, now.

Doe chuffed to the other wolf, moving closer but stopping a few feet away before she hailed the girl with a muffled yap, tail wagging absently behind her. Inwardly, she worried that there would soon be too many mouths to feed, but these things were not for her to decide. If she was here, then Skellige knew of her and had approved of her presence.