Stavanger Bay Rot

Blossom hadn’t noticed anything wrong, but she was growing into a wolf who didn’t particularly pay attention to her surroundings. Multiple times she had to be turned from the sea before she started walking into it, following the glistening wings of a dragonfly or the distant shine of fish scales.

Her mother ate the leaves, then ran this day. The girl stared after her back, confused.

Mama?

She leaned out of the den, staring at the shivering back of her mother. She blinked a few times, ears starting to fold back.

…mama? Okay? Blossom called, starting to stumble forward.