Stavanger Bay Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd

With the slow thinning of the snow, more places had appeared out of the white stuff to become clever spots for her to cache items for later.  Most of her time was thus spent in the forest, searching for more and better places to cache her goodies 'til the thaw was complete and she could find a final place to move all her things to for safe keeping.  Though yes, the pack did include a rather generous section of beach, but you couldn't hide things in the sand if you wanted them to stay clean, and being far more familiar with forests... Well.  Her first choice was always familiar ground.

Today she was just carrying a particularly flat rock she'd picked off the shoreline a few hours ago, not quite sure where she wanted to place it.  And this time, when she came across another wolf, it wasn't at her stockpile, so she was considerably less grumpy about it.  Godot paused mid-stride as the darkish woman appeared in front of her.  This was the one that caused that commotion down on the beach, right?  Seemed right.  Her name escaped her.  Rose?  Raw?  Godot knew that Smokestep had gone over all those in the pack, but Godot's memory wasn't exactly the best, especially when the information wasn't immediately relevant.  She whuffed -- or attempted to around the rock.