Stavanger Bay i'm moving into stillness

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the way his demeanor sank at her admission did not go unnoticed by the songbird.  if it disappointed her, she hid it well; she had found that in situations like this it was best to remain honest.  if she had concealed from him that she could not hold her own in the water and then floundered upon his shores, the imagined that the reaction would have been more severe than a thoughtful frown.

his response pulled her lips back up, and a silent breath of laughter caused a plume of breath to rise from her nose.  a rowdy wolf she was not, but many of the wolves where she had hailed from had been and she had fit in there just fine. i have no qualms with your vow.  i just have one question, sir -- what is your name?

she scarcely knew a thing about this man or his pack -- ironsea, a name as wave-ravaged as the man that stood before her.  what could be said of a woman who was willing to pledge herself for life for something she did not understand?  the thought was fleeting and it did not worry her much.  it was how it had always been.

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