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

Thistle smiled softly at him and spoke gently There is nothing wrong with feeling for a friend or more, and wanting to protect them, but sometimes you have to protect them by doing nothing or by listening which is what you did. Had you not listened it would have been worse for both of you. So you did the only thing you could. She wish he understood though that her husband was not a man to be messed with, there were days that even she could not mess with him, without the small inkling in the back of her mind that he could and would hurt her if it was warranted and needed, and feel bad after. It was the way of things and her husband was right, the pack needed to know that. No matter how hard a pill it was to swallow, by saying he was right.

She dipped her head at the matter of the den and let the matter rest. She smiled at the mention of the other couple in the pack that she liked very much. They are both good wolves and Julooke is my good friend, and Verrine is Tveir’s here. She chuckled then happy that he had found his family. I am glad you found them again Family is a godsend.