Stavanger Bay crabs taste better when they can't grab you

fresh crab is salty, saltier than evermore expects. she is taken aback at first when she finally made contact with the meat, though she eats it quickly despite the new flavor. she doesn't consider the experience to be delightful, but her pickings are slim and she would at least have something inside of her.

but when the other woman comes into view, evermore takes notice of the slight belly on her. was she pregnant? normally, any normal wolf would brush it off as rude to ask. but evermore is a curious being and does not exactly know when things are rude to ask or not.

she takes a few steps closer to the woman, just a few so that they are in a better range to hear each other. "shouldn't pregnant women be resting at this hour?" she asks, not in an attempt to be rude, but almost out of concern. not to mention, it gets her an answer to her question about the state of the wolf before her (how clever!). her head cocks to the side, her plumage swings behind her pleasantly, and the tide continues to wash against her legs.