Stavanger Bay thorwald's cross

Batlike ears flickered as the howl reached her ears. At once, Doe raised her head to response. I hear you, she said, and, Fear not. For she came not with wrath or fury (this time, thought the beta), but with little more purpose than a curious heart and restless paws that picked their way quickly and carefully across the land.

Soon enough, she came upon the pale stranger.

Although Doe was a strong believer in the power of gifts and the importance of bearing them, it rarely offended her not to be offered the same. She'd been born into a lowly position, and though she'd never been treated badly or with disregard, neither had she been presented with many gifts. She'd grown knowing not to expect them, and the mentality remained with her still. Only time would tell if her position would corrupt this faucet of the dusky shewolf.

"Hail," she said when she was near enough to smell the aloneness of the shewolf. She asked no questions; there was little she needed to know.