[Open Spam, all over the Barge]

Usually when he was feeling particularly upset and frustrated, McCoy would just throw himself into work. It probably wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but it was useful because it was a constant distraction, and it wasn't like he could just walk away from work on Enterprise or even here for a few days just because he was feeling crummy about something. And while he might be a little snappier with people than usual, at least stuff was getting done and people were being looked after, and that was good enough for him.

Now, that was sort of less of an option than usual. He was still doing shifts in the infirmary and keeping an eye on things, but now he had a wolf that was going to wind up being the size of a pony to look after, and - call him crazy - he didn't love the idea of her wandering around by herself. It wasn't that she was dangerous, but... she was a goddamn wolf, and she was clearly Not Happy about Arya being gone, so he didn't really want to leave her to her own devices that much.

So, instead of holing himself up in the infirmary and refusing to come out, McCoy's actually been pretty out and about over the last several days, perhaps even more so than usual, and he's got said wolf following along (or more usually, running ahead) with him. Sometimes she'll sit with him in a common room or under a table in the dining hall, looking pretty sulky, and he takes her up to hunt in the CES which has been... an experience, but for the most part, it hasn't been awful.

[ooc: Feel free to run into Bones and Nymeria wherever on the ship!]