Stavanger Bay No such thing

Ash Paw had left the shoreline of the islands, where that dreadful wolf DreadFather had existed. He claimed she was in the wrong, when it was the other way around. A gentle feeling of discontentment had risen inside her at his overtly mocking at least to her, of her gods Atka and Sos. It was with this thoughts in mind. That she stirred around where her Auntie had raised and birthed babies. Thistle had told her of the place, and what it looked like. Though to be fair, it wasn't much.

 At least not right now, but she'd have it up to looking good. She had followed Thistle's scent, having found the body that her Auntie no longer lived inside, and had quickly buried it. Laying offerings upon the grave for both Atka and Sos, though just a few more for Atka. After all, her auntie had coveted plants and herb life and Atka was the mother of all life, wolves and rebirth, maybe her auntie would be born again some day.

Now between her teeth she worked a bone. Scouring it with her sharp teeth, to make a design of some sort. She would find a way to put it upon her leg. Perhaps she could bore holes in the ends with teeth and claws, and poke seaweed through. Or Willow branches maybe better, a bit smaller to fit the holes. 

She didn't know, but for now she was content to slaver away at it. Her thoughts always on far reaching things.