Captives

The white mute made his way to their temporary home, Stavanger Bay's camp. He let out a little sigh as they neared the place, smelling the wolves and the sea. Like Ollie, he hoped these wolves were kind masters for the two weeks they would reside there. The swan-like wolf was not looking forward to being insulted and berated by their new captors. Olor pressed gently against Ollie when she snuggled beside him. He knew that she was not going to take this very kindly. Though he knew it would happen regardless of what he did, he hoped she wouldn't make a fuss towards the other wolves' demands.