Stavanger Bay calm before the storm

they certainly are a pair to be doing this.  it's a shame natshana doesn't have a hired paw for this exact sort of trivial pursuit.  subconsciously, she thinks she'll make a point to remedy that one day.  she can't imagine it would be that difficult.  there are all sorts of wolves in the world, after all; furthermore, perhaps what she needs isn't a wolf at all.  maybe a bear or big cat is all she requires to act as her muscle.

but, as usual, her mind wanders.  she's brought back to the present by the whistling of the coconut plummeting to the ground.  a pleased expression replaces her seemingly absentminded one seconds prior. "nicely done," she compliments her companion with a grateful nod. "what do you like to be called?" now is as good a time as any to ask.  however, ever the multitasker, she does begin to sniff and inspect their quarry if/when he chooses to answer her.