Stavanger Bay might lose me if you're not quick

"I say yer an old soul, Thistle." The silver huntress looked at her friend with soft, respectful eyes. "Ye feel much, an' tha' makes ye strong. No' weak. But that doesn't make ye perfect. No wolf is perfect, and every wolf will have their share of pain. It's what makes ye an understandin' wolf.

"What yer feelin' is only natural. It will go away in time. Ye love him, an' he loves ye. There is always doubt in a bond, an' sometimes that bond can be broken because of it."

The sun caught her fur, sending it into a characteristic dazzling gleam. "But when ye fix that bond, it becomes the strongest part of the link. And I say ye have already fixed it, it looks like."