Stavanger Bay Forget what we're told

She listened as he spoke of customs of the sea, of their rituals and worship. Her interest in this was great, and knowing this information led her no doubts or fear of joining the pack now. She knew of living by the sea in her travels south, of it's temperament, it's kindness and it's cruelty. She knew of the life by it's side, so different from any other. She was glad to live here, by the sea again, and the only thing that would worry her about their religion if they were zealots, with dark customs. While no religious wolf, she had a great respect for the sea, and, she reasoned, could easily accept their customs. 

So when he finished, she dipped her head, acknowledging his words. "Yes, sir. Thank you." she said, feeling as if his words deserved verbal agreement back not knowing exactly what to say. At his final words, she glanced at the female, committing her name, and odd rank, to memory. "Just one- what's your name, sir?" she asked. It would be nice to address him with his name, or even just have one to attach to him.

At the woman's, Doe's words, Fluer wondered. What kind of name was Sharkbait, and what had this Sharkbait done to need herbs? She stayed silent on the subject, knowing that it wasn't her place to immediately question everything.