Stavanger Bay Waking the lions in me

The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she'd even be useful for that adventure.  Godot was not a good fighter, so if they ran into trouble, that wasn't going to go well...  The plants that she knew weren't exactly uncommon so there wouldn't be a point of taking them...  There was always meat caches to raid, but wouldn't those be the best defended?   Did other wolves keep little piles of trinkets around?  That would be what would interest her, but honestly since the sea seemed such a wide variety of things along the shore, she wasn't sure if some other pack would even have anything worth her time.

She frowned.  What if they follow after?  Revenge, obviously.  Get a bunch of pissed off people pounding on the door.  Didn't sound particularly like fun, especially since if anyone bothered, they'd probably be out for blood.  And it also wasn't like wolves would excel at burgling their own kind -- noses were a thing that often told the important information.