Oystercatcher Tide Pools We got to run to the rock

She nodded, noting his disapproving look. Why did she even bother doubting him in the first place? Fear, she reasoned. Fear that she'd take too much herself, not that he'd overdose her. He needed her, just as she needed him. She was glad that he had the thought of looking out for her in the first place, though she'd never say it. 

See if there are other packs on this shore, there was bound to be — the shore here was to bountiful for any wolf to ignore, especially if they had the sea in their blood. The relative emptiness of the shore meant that there were places ripe for the picking; perhaps there would be groups in the midst of forming, or packs who had been scattered to the winds. And see what they know of Rusalka.