Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"Trenches work both ways - it offers you protection from being seen and it trips and makes any enemy fall, just in case they happen to stumble over. I suggested to dig a hu--u-u-u-u-ge and deep trench all around Brecheliant, but my parents did not approve," she shared. It was not that they had said - "no, Dwin, no trenches in our home!". They just did not think it being practical or even achievable. Besides... no one had attacked them yet and the strength of the pack lied not only in fortifications, but in the wolf-power. 

"Yeah, I don't agree with that. Moose and stags are huge. Baiting them out on my own may shorten my life expectancy," in other words Dwin did not feel confident at all in the presence of the large ungulates. They were frequent visitors of the caldera and she had had a taste of them as well, but to hunt them on her own? No. She was well aware of her small frame and how disproportionate a fight between her and hooved-kicking pairs of legs would be. "I would like to live long though. Do you?"