Stavanger Bay /ʌnˈteɪməbəl/

She plucked an object from the sand and swallowed it, only to realize a second too late that it was a pebble. Oops. Oh, well, she thought, then flapped her wings delicately, lifting her body a few feet into the air so that she could reach out and clutch one of the gnarled limbs of driftwood. Perhaps she could see more with the advantage of a few extra feet...

The instant she settled on the branch, she saw what appeared to be a glob of sand moving toward her. With a jarring shriek, UV launched into the air like a bottle rocket. As she gained altitude, she realized with a jolt that it was a wolf, a large and burly one with a pale, sandy coat, green eyes and frightening scars. Once high enough, the jay banked, dipping her left side to turn and circle over him.

She should have been frightened and she might have exercised some caution if she had realized he had been stalking her. But UV didn't know this and she was an extremely inquisitive creature. She didn't quite dare to drop back onto the sands, though she alighted on a rocky bluff perhaps fifty yards further down the beach, her black beak pointed at the wolf.

"Hi!" she squawked, puffing out her feathers, then shaking out her long black tail. "If I come closer, you won't try to eat me, will you?" she asked cheerily, hoping the wolf could understand her shrill songbird voice.