Stavanger Bay we are graveyards reaching, with haunted bones

Another giggle escaped her. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself," she assured him. Her eyes flew wide in surprise at the young wolf's teasing tones. She hadn't known he was capable of mirth - but it was a nice discovery, she supposed. It was better than their first meeting, at any rate.

"We all have our days," the woman said generously, similarly letting the young male off the hook for his atrocious manners that day. She'd already written it off as a freak encounter in her head. Sometimes, there was just no explanation for the way they acted. That was that.

"I think I'll check out the pack at the forest," she decided. "Or maybe I'll take a trip. I understand I have a nephew out here somewhere, going by the name of Sunny."

She offered Drogon one last smile. "See you around, tough guy."