Stavanger Bay thorwald's cross

Voices had been calling Doe past the borders. She spent little time within the territory unless she was spending it with her family or improving upon the stone den. A pensive mood had struck her, made her legs wander independantly of her eyes. In her mind, she saw the red, sweeping plains of her homeland, surrounded by distant bluffs on every side. A painful aching had taken up residence in her heart, and the woman was more homesick than she had ever been before. Perhaps she thought the lands beyond Blackrock would provide her with familiar faces, but they did not.

Most often, she saw strangers.

A shiver chased down the dusky woman's spine as the wind raked cool fingers through the fur of her back. It was not from the cold, but from the swirling scent of an unfamiliar wolf. Doe hesitated where she was, a few yards past the ring back black rocks, and waited for something to happen.