Sea Lion Shores 1957

Doe did not know what was going through the woman's mind, nor did she understand why her words, so innocuous, brought the fur on the back of her neck up to a bristle. She bared her teeth in displeasure, catching the woman's tone and thinking that she was being mocked, but made no move to growl or attack. This wordless warning would be her only one - Doe was not to be trifled with this day. She was in a foul mood and a fraying stay of mind.

The apology that followed - caused, in Doe's mind, by her own fearsome visage - went a long way toward slaking the red woman's anger. Her fur still quilled out around her neck - where it was not burned away - and her legs were still locked and ram-rod straight, but she let her lips fall down over her teeth. This was Arturo's wolf, after all. And, apparently, she came bearing gifts. Plants were proffered, and with that, the sea queen's entire mein seemed to shift.

"Yes, I am Doe," she agreed, her voice distant as she nosed over the plants, taking in their scents. If nothing else, they could be used to keep the new pup den smelling fresh. This in mind, the Akhlut rested a paw lightly over the bundle, taking possession of the unexpected gift. "We are doing as well as can be expected," she replied, finally answering the woman's question after her thorough inspection of the flowers. Now, her critical gaze was turned upon the shewolf. "We have not met before. Who are you?"