Stavanger Bay When the sun is high

The pup's thin tail beat at her hocks when the older she-wolf, whose one ear fell to the side in a way she immediately tried (and failed) to mimic with her own ear, greeted her in turn. How exciting! Regardless that this was unfamiliar territory and Prialux was quite homesick, she was always open to attention. She was starved for it, in a way. Amara had, in the end there, become a better parent than in the long forgotten earliest days of Prialux's life, but she'd still deprived her brood of enough attention to last them all a lifetime, and she drank it up from others like water. That Lux was different from her morose brothers in this way was truly a miracle.

She did shrink a little when Doe approached so straight-forwardly, but when the thin beach wolf snuffed at her coat, she giggled girlishly and recoiled. "Teeckles," she protested though her tail betrayed her when it picked up speed with excitement, and when asked her name, she breathily added, "Preeloos!" Okay, well, someday she'd be able to pronounce it properly. Until then, she was young enough to answer to pretty much any name.