Sea Lion Shores Where to go when everything hurts

Nerian took offence that this wolf thought her merely from stranger bay, she was not just a pack wolf she was a priestess from Northumbria. But this was not something to take offence to it was merely the culture of these heathens was she quicker to anger because of this 'heat' thing that she was going through.

Nerian's neutral expression did not allow any of her frustration to slip out Nerian just nodded her head Je suis Nerian je suis bel et bien partie de l'habitation pack à Stavanger Bay.

Water dripped from the bottom of her muzzle as a strong wave slapped against her chest. Nerian looked out into the ocean then back at the female, regarding the females wounds she accepted them and and did not inquire upon them, the past was not she wanted to dwell upon right now. ce qui vous amène ici à la sea lion shores?