afire.

At the mention of Stavanger Bay pack, Ollie promptly splashed her way to the water's edge. "Wait, Stavanger Bay? We didn-" She was cut off by a large and angry wolf's sudden arrival. Her ears plastered themselves onto her head and she lowered herself to the ground. Her ash-colored pelt clung tightly to her frame, making her look even smaller than she was already. The runt juvenile looked more like a pup now.

Her yellow-green eyes widen in fear when he threatened death to her. "Please, m'lord, we didn't mean ter come into your territory, we're sorry!" The waif stammered, feeling tears rushing down her cheeks. She was too young to die; she never saw her first year! They didn't mean to cross onto his territory, if they knew that it was. She and Olor didn't even smell the borders from where they entered. "We was just tryin' ter get in the bloody shade and take a rest before we moved. It's too 'ot fer us. We weren't garn ter 'unt anyfing. 'onest!"