Stavanger Bay water laps

Sobo chuckled along with her, but had nothing more to add to her teasing. Perhaps it was the way the sun slanted down on the bay or maybe it was the gentle wash of the sea on the shore, so different from the way it beat against the cliffs, but he was starting to feel a little sleepy.

He blinked his eyes rapidly a couple times and forced down a yawn that threatened to break between his teeth. Chacal had a lot to say about wolves washing ashore, but he chose to think about that a little longer before commenting on it. A good place to nap, I t’ink, he opined.

If de wolves wash up on de shore an’ dey be half dead, an’ dey be trespassin’, why give dem anyt’ing? It seemed like an awfully big gamble. He wasn’t heartless, but what if they gave their resources to the half-drowned wolf only for them to give nothing in return? How do we know dey will do anyt’ing for Sapphique an’ not just slip off in de night first chance dey have?