Stavanger Bay shark bait

Thistle growled softly, I hate bears. Then with a silent look about her she continued offering her body as a crutch and going over what she would need mentally. Did she even have the herbs anymore? She sighed softly for a minute. Charon is our old den washed away? That is where I kept most of my herb stock? She frowned deeply in thought, this was not good.

She had not wanted to look at the damage, to fearful of what it may do to her. Especially now that she was getting back some semblance of her mind back. She was afraid that something could crack the false wall she put up to keep herself from spirally fully into grief stricken madness.