Stavanger Bay ivits' par-tay times!

The Ahklut took a swift step backward as the woman seemed to lunge, strange words on her tongue. Her ears pushed forward to catch them and then swivelled back in confusion, and she watched with a tilted head as the elder laid herself upon the sand in submission. After several mental misfires, during which the red woman tried and failed to comprehend this behavior and what ought to be done about it, she finally leaned forward and poked her nose into the other wolf's fur, searching for more information about her age and health.

"We can worry about that later," Doe decided, never one to pass up a gift, but mindful of the shewolf's fragile state. She licked at the drying goop that'd gathered under the shewolf's eyes, prying with her teeth where it was glued to her fur. "What brings you to my bay?" she asked, deciding to leave that effort for after they'd gotten somewhere warm and comfortable. Doe didn't trust her around the kids just yet, so she would set her up in one of the Pampas dens to stay warm - if she wanted to stay.