Stavanger Bay calm before the storm

as when they first met, one of her ears flicks in acknowledgment of his name.  it's thoroughly ordinary.  if she's honest, she hadn't expected it.  given the names of wolves from her homelands, she has grown to assume other wolves name their pups similarly.  clearly, that is not the case. "that is right," she answers him succinctly, nosing the fruit experimentally.  the smell isn't terrible; although, it isn't fully ripe just yet.

phillip doesn't ask for her name, and she doesn't give it.  it's no fur off her back, and she's happy to remain nameless in his eyes. "the meat and juice help kill worms and other parasites," she offers the information freely.  he had helped retrieve the fruit; he had more than earned the information as a trade.  once she is finished inspecting the coconut, she finally returns her gaze to phillip.

"where are you from?" a pause, and she delves further: "are they who have got you so scared? because i know it is not me." a sniff of amusement follows, but it's clear the words are all in good fun.