Stavanger Bay (fall in, fall out, fall along)

No, apparently not. Doe wondered if she should try to explain the entire process to the girl, but eventually decided that it would not be necessary. Though she loved her daughter, Doe had already decided that poor Qilaq should not reproduce. The children might come out like normal wolves, but they might also come with whatever vice afflicted Qilaq's mind, and that was neither useful nor kind. It was better for the girl not to know - and should something happen, and the poor girl become gravid through some dark twist of fate, Doe would give the results a merciful death.

For now, though, she had to find a way to explain this little hiccough to her poor, dumb daughter. "Wolves are borne, Qilaq - mother wolves grow fat with children, and when time has passed, small wolves come out of their bodies." A flicker of ears betrayed Doe's discomfort. It was not the way that she'd been told of the process; Hind had been much more graphic and in-depth, knowing that her own daughter would one day experience it. Qilaq, however, did not need to know. "Like when you poop - except baby wolves come out, and not poop," said Doe, hopefully clarifiying the subject. Maybe not, though. "Do you understand?"