Stavanger Bay Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd

Godot nodded. Yeah, just lemme know when. -- Think there's good stuff out there or somethin'? she asked, with a rather catlike flick of her tail.  Treats and treasures?  Could they take over the island too?  Hmm.  How easy would it be to swim back carrying stuff?  Hopefully not bad if it is low tide.

When Godot had made her way down the coast, there had been no pack there (not that she'd gone and looked, as she didn't want to brave the sea) so it was just some mysterious island that she'd noted with curiosity before continuing on and traipsing into the slowly-forming Ironsea.  She hadn't even been out of the territory to go have a chance to find out if anything had changed.  For all she knew, the world outside the scent borders was frozen in time -- or a complete barren wasteland.