Stavanger Bay Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.

Julep had spent her morning looking for a proper hole to claim as her den, but finding a place that wasn't too far from the beach nor too wet at night seemed like an impossible task these days, and she didn't mind sleeping under the stars anyway. So when the day grew warmer and the sun reached its zenith she said fuck it. The day was sunny and breezy, the best kind of day for a beach stroll.

She walked down the shore with a lazy step, gazing at the ocean looking for sings of interesting activity, but the only thing that managed to catch her attention came from the opposite direction. There was a wolf laying on the sand, picking on a crab as though it was the funniest thing. She walked up to him from behind and when she was close enough for him to hear her she said Why don't you pick someone your own size, mate? defiantly. She was sure she could handle him.

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