Stavanger Bay there she shot poor william taylor

She was doing as much as she could for her size and build, which was obviously a lot less compared to certain other wolves that might exist in the world.  Godot didn't cut a particularly intimidating silhouette.  His comment did earn a grin and a slight wag of her tail -- it wasn't like she got compliments often, but that was probably because she was a hermit who weirded people out.

There was also the problem that if it did come loose, Godot had no idea how big it was in actuality.  Certainly a chunk of tree wouldn't fit in her little hoard of trinkets.  Well, that and it wasn't like she could pull out a saw and lop off the branch she liked -- it was the unfortunate thing about not being a human.  Can always give it one last shot, yeah.  If not, I think it's gonna be there forever.  They'd just have to deal with this random thing sticking out of the surf, how awful.  Anyway, she lined up with the protruding branch again, and tried a final time to yank it free of the sand and water while Smokestep helped.