Stavanger Bay Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd.

His ears detected sound, and his head turned so that he could see what was making it. Thistle Cloud was walking towards him with child wolf, but not the same one that had been in the drama with Claire. He turned his body towards her and lowered his head in respect to her and her rank. It was true that he may not like that Claire was being held captive here, but Thistle could have very well chosen to kill her instead. He was thankful that she hadn't.

She formally introduced herself and the child, and he nodded his head in greeting, offering a tight smile. It's nice to meet you both, officially, he responded. He wasn't sure what to say... He wasn't usually so tongue-tied, but, then again, he wasn't usually this somber, either. Are you, um... checking the beach out? he asked, a little awkwardly.