Stavanger Bay made in america

A shiver coursed along the length of her spine as he took in the scent that she bore. Her scent, that she once proudly, was only a reminder of the lives that she had taken. As he spoke, her eyes lifted. The words that he said registered instantly and she nodded. Though, she grew curious. “What traditions have you carried with you?” She lifted her head in this moment, her head tilting as curiosity overtook her.  She did not worry for this, though, she cared deeply in the traditions that their clans upheld. In the right paws, these followings could do great things.

As he promised safety, a smile crossed her lips and she nodded. “Skellige,” she said, her eyes looking to his as she resumed her natural resting bitch face. “I will follow your lead, wherever you take me and your pack.” She rarely bowed to others, but the was a clearly a different situation. “If you’ll have me,” her formality promised as she dropped herself.