Stavanger Bay ex's & oh's

@Doe, @Szymon, @Redshank, @Meteora, we can forward date this a bit, since it's after the move. Siblings/cousins welcome as well. Set just at the BRD borders, if that's at all plausible/resonable.

The move had been chaotic, as far as Sandpiper was concerned. Everything smelled wrong after the snow storm; ash, although she did not know it. Everyone was worried, the air heavy with a certain feeling; sorrow, although she did not understand it. She could not ask about it, although she wanted to know why. Through sharp nips with newly descended baby teeth, she expressed her frustration.

The wolf who was Not Her Mother no longer produced milk as sweet as she once did. The wolf who was her Aunt did not produce enough milk for two litters, but at least it tasted as proper milk should. Sandpiper did not think highly of these changes. 

Worse still, they were made to move from one den to elsewhere. It was a painstaking process, and the wriggling child did her best to slip away during the move, forgotten along the sandy shores. Because she was not hungry, this did not bother her very much, although she did not like the cold. Still, the lapping waters sung to her, and she dutifully obeyed, taking slow, wobbly steps towards the blue.