Stavanger Bay Conscious again of the green

That is perfect!

In her time away from the realm of Man, Aupaluktok's body had begun to change. Where there once had been muscle and the cusion of fat along her extremeties, there was now nothing. Her body had cannibalized itself outright: and her ninety pounds had dwindled. She was gaunt where there used to be smooth curves, no sheen to her copper pelt, and a red tone to the whites of her eyes; these whites which became starkly apparent when a creature came barreling out of the forest at her. Its movement was feral and practiced, no doubt accustomed to the wilderness around it. Aupa was jarred from her stride by his abrupt appearance, and while he came to a firm halt, she recoiled. She knew what he was - amarok, wolf. Wilding of the Land Without Men. Despite being so far removed from such a primitive creature, she found her body reacting to his presence: the short fur of her body beginning to lift and puff, although such a reaction did little to increase her size. She said nothing because she didn't know what to say - meeting his rumbling disapproval with wide-eyed silence. Her tail wagged awkwardly as if the motion would invite friendliness, and naturally lifted in to a high position - the way she normally carried herself around other dogs. This was no dog, but Aupa had no precedent for such an encounter.