Stavanger Bay we are graveyards reaching, with haunted bones

Sunspot offered the boy an apologetic shrug. "It's more of a neutral thing, I suppose. Grayday is a good wolf, even if I don't want to live with him," she replied, her words gaining strength as quickly as they came to her. She stood and shook off her pelt, suddenly full of energy.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" she wondered, nostrils flaring. "You smell like you've got some new friends. Are you in a pack, now? Can I join?"