Stavanger Bay dreaming of screaming

He seemed friendly enough, very amiable considering that she was a stranger, so she sought to take advantage of his kindness, if she could. He had odd markings, she realized, almost like a raccoon. A mask. She glanced at the bay, then back at the male, expression neutral, but a smile played on her lips as she tried to match his friendliness. Wolves were more likely to open up to one who wore a friendly face.

"I have come north to scout for my pack. Perhaps, kind sir, you could tell me of this bay?" she intoned, voice smooth. The shore, she realized, was an odd place for a nap, but she would not question this man about his sleeping habits.