Sequoia Coast Of broken bones and seaweed

Blue chuckled deep in her chest. To say she knew Ragnar was a bit of an overstatement. She had spoken to him briefly maybe three times, once to find out that a pack member had been a terrible father, the second time while he spoke to her leader about said wolf and finally a brief chat on the shoreline about the Isle pack. I would not say I know him well, but yes I know him. I have spoken to Ragnar three times maybe. He is not a very forthcoming wolf to strangers, as he shouldn't be. She added the last part, not wanting to anger anyone.

Blue bent down and ripped a piece of the seaweed apart, a small piece, she did not want to waste to much of it. She grasped it in her teeth, and laying part of it on the other's paw, placed her own on top. Grasping the hanging piece with her teeth she wound it tightly and then placed it against each other and it stayed there. Now if you move too much right now it will come right off, but once it dries it will stay like that, as long as you are not racing around. Here let me take it off so you can move more freely. With a few snaps of her teeth the seaweed was in shreds on the ground, she picked it up though, just in case she would need it.