Stavanger Bay blackwood farm

Answers to her unasked queries were forthcoming - Yes, she was pregnant, and forced to flee from Donnelaith or face the wrath of Aria. Atoll drew up a picture of the pale alpha's face, and fitted the name into the blank space that had previously been attached to the image. Aria, alpha of Donnelaith, chaser of pregnant shewolves, fearer of the Blackrock wolves. Somehow, she seemed less beauitful, now.

At Skellige's mention of an opening in their ranks, the Blackrock beta's head lifted from the sympathetic slump it'd found itself in, and her mouth opened to speak just as her Leviathan added his caution to the veiled offer. Ah. No, the customs would probably not be agreeable to anyone who'd found sanctuary in Donnelaith - but perhaps the danger that wraught her situation would cause her to consider it. Atoll hoped so; it was always good to have pups around, and she liked the idea of having an experienced mother among their ranks when it came time for her or for Deirdre to bear young.

Looking hopefully at the other female, Atoll simply wagged her tial once more, hoping she would accept the Drop as the necessary danger that it was.