Stavanger Bay briskly venture, briskly roam

No Olor in this one, Ollie is alone for once

The ash-furred waif saw a tree to shelter from the rain. She sighed in relief. The young captive had gotten seperated from her guardian, Olor, as she explored the new territory they were forced to stay in for two weeks. She didn't mind, they weren't in an unknown empty space: they were in the land of Stavanger Bay.

Upon approaching the temporary shelter, she saw a puppy with mismatched eyes laying in the grass. Ollie tilted her head as she regarded the pup. Was this one of Jarl Ragnar's kids? "Oi." she said as she sidled up to the puppy. "'oo 're ya?"