Stavanger Bay briskly venture, briskly roam

She shook her pelt, not caring if it hit the younger pup. The waif flopped down, still damp, only getting a bit of shelter from the rain. Water still hit her pelt, but not as much as before. It would have to do. Her brow furrowed when the pup made fun of her accent. It had happened before, and it was always annoying.

"Me name is Ollie." She didn't say her full name, Olivia Cosgrove, only because this wolf was younger than her. It was a habit of hers to introduce herself fully to older wolves, she blamed Olor's mother for that. "'re ya wahn of Ragnar's kids?"