Stavanger Bay ivits' par-tay times!

The sound of a ruckus attracted attention from the bay's resident kook. They'd had no visitors since the razing of Donnelaith, and it worried Doe that Arturo had not sent someone to see if any of his allies lived. She would pay the coywolf a visit in her own time if he did not contact them soon, but for now, she went to see what manner of creature had found itself in her bay. If it was not a wolf of Teaghlaigh, she had plans to call for her husband to help subdue whatever was making that wretched noise.

But as soon as Doe saw the aging shewolf, she decided that it wouldn't be right to offer her to the Sea - for the waves were hungry, but discerning, too. If they offered their weakest She might become even more incensed.

Doe watched as she yelled at the snow, feeling compassion stir in her heart. It was cold - she knew because the wind was searing against her exposed skin, where the red flower had burned away her protective pelt. A shiver raked down her spine as the woman seemed to subdue herself, a faraway look in her eyes that Doe might've recognized, if she'd ever encountered a mirror during one of her own episodes.

"Hail," she said as she approached, nose wrinkling in distaste as she took in the old woman's scent. She would need a bath, if she was going to stay. "Would you like to come someplace warm with me?"