Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

When a howl broke through a daytime nap, Valmúa at first rolled over to ignore it. Then, her eyes shot open. She knew that voice, knew that name. A grin came to her. She leapt up from her spot beneath a pine tree, practically skipping her way toward the "stranger." She hoped that none of her brothers would answer it, but did not bother to howl a reply.
When she found him there, she had a cheerful look about her that suggested she might have just enjoyed a rather delightful meal. In fact, she had mere hours earlier been sampling a very fat rat. Njord had something in his mouth. She did not hesitate in bounding up to him, inwardly ecstatic.
I see you have brought a gift, she said, cocking her head a bit. She couldn't see what it was, at least not properly. She stepped forward, invading his space, pushing her nose toward his mouth to inhale. She bumped the side of his maw by "accident," and withdrew. Her tail waved behind her, wagging slowly, while she took in the irresistible scent of male hormones and sea salt.