Stavanger Bay the drink of the Gods

Oh, so that’s what the woman had been saying to herself earlier, about spring and waiting and whatnot. Shame, Saucy was all about trying new things. She grinned again at the aye, and replied with a hearty, Aye! just to try it on. She moved forwards to inspect the dried fruits and leaves, sniffing at them with her black nose. They certainly had a faint pungent smell, she was truly disappointed she wouldn’t get to try some of this fancy dream juice until spring.

So you got a name Captain Fruits? Saucy asked, looking up at the black and white wolf again. It was ironic that she asked for her name, when she’d already come up with one.