Stavanger Bay barnacle bill

Hex had been sleeping in her comfortable bed of bones (not a figurative speech - she did have a pit filled with all of the bones and limbs she had fished out from the ocean), having colorful dreams about things and events she could neither retell, nor understand herself. The only indicators that she was probably having a good time in her sleep, where the at times twitching feet, tail tapping against the uneven surface and muffled barks. 

The awakening was sudden and rude and had it been anyone else, but the pallid leader, who had called, she would not have cared to open her eyes or even move. However, respect was respect, and begrudgingly she got up, stretched her stiff limbs and after fifteen minutes appeared, where the rest of the crew had assembled. There - still yawning and blinking sleep away from her eyes - the dappled she-wolf sat down to wait and see, what matter they were going to discuss today.