Stavanger Bay Have you met my good friend Freud?

@Isengrim

It was bitterly cold, but her winter coat had grown in, and when she shivered, it was for the strange feeling of deja vu, and not the chill the wind raked continually down her belly and back.

It seemed impossible that she had made it back to this place, but the dark girl recognize it at once. The snow seemed to fall in just the same way it had when she'd been small, a seashell batter by the sea that was Doe.

 She wondered what had become of the bitter old shewolf, and then decided that her wonder was better spent elsewhere. There were forgotten places to explore, and memories to collect. The den -

 Sif set off toward the beach, tail held out in a straight line behind her. Doe was gone, and Sif answered to no one.