Stavanger Bay Ahoy! lets trouble the water!

While the rest of the group were busy working towards their legs, fighting over ranks and learning new rules, Foxglove lived in a world of her own. Yeah, she had nodded in agreement and acknowledged, when the frame and content of the business she had got herself into, had been explained. And after doing this and looking in her rather intelligent expression (that understands all, but can't say a word) the leaders probably patted themselves on the shoulder for the job well-done. But in reality they had recruited a swab, who had only selfish reasons to hang around and no real intentions of working herself too hard to pay off, whatever was expected of her. 

Nope. A steady upply of food had been the deal-breaker and the protection of the group had been a nice bonus. It was a lot more comfortable to scavenge on the coasts, without constantly looking over your shoulder, in case someone else had decided to scavenge you. So - unlike others - Foxglove went around her business, not making any effort to familiarize herself with the rest or join any activities they were up to.

She had been fine on her own, until today, when she met a pesky intruder on her hunting grounds. It was big, fat and ugly-looking (a seal for those, who did not understand) and was rudely staring back at Foxglove, who had earlier tried to shoo it away overwhleming it with her psychological presence only. Now that this had failed, she bared her teeth and growled at the thing menacingly, but the creature was either dumb or did not speak any language - it let the warning pass. The dappled she-wolf bristled and sat down, attempting to cook up another plan.