Stavanger Bay Gotta sad life, sad life; go to fuckin' hell

The man had a point—she didn't know a thing about his pack's culture or rules. But, then again, beggars couldn't be choosers. Francine just wanted somewhere to stay, somewhere safe and around others. As long as the pack didn't consist of malevolent beasts, she'd take what she could get. She hoped she hadn't crushed her chance at getting accepted because she was too desperate.

Sorry, yer right. I can get ahead of meself, She confessed with a sheepish smile. I'd love ta hear about yer pack. Francine gave a small wave of her tail.