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

Thistle's children were rather polite for the most part, and none of them were outspoken usually. Tveir usually kept his mouth quiet, and Ein just did not like to talk unless it was in Norse, and Gyda well she was a quiet shy little girl, hardly ever being seen out and about. Thistle looked at him and she spoke quietly Beric let me tell you something, do not ever say what you just said to me to my husband and if you ever do stand up to him when he is about to attack another wolf, you will also be attacked and possibly killed. I love my husband, but he is savage and feral and wild and you would do well to remember that. Regardless he is a good leader, and he has his own set of morals that he follows, but compared to you and I he is a more wild, and as he should be. He grew up much different than you or i.

Thistle frowned at his next words and though she wished she could just let the girl there, she knew she wasn't sure if she should. She looked at him and nodded her head Very well, but if my husband should tell you to move her, when/if he finds out it would be in your best interest to do so. She sat down then her tail brushing gently across the sand, unsure what else to say, but she would like to get to know her pack mate. What brought you to the bay Beric?