Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

Thistle heard the howl reach across the heavens calling for her and she was momentarily struck dumb and wary. Who was calling her, she knew no one outside of the pack lands, completely forgetting about the brief encounter with the femme Ptarmigan. She shifted thought and trotted towards it curious despite herself and she chuckled when she saw who it was.

hello Again. Ptarmigan. How are you? She then stood at the borders ears erect and forward waiting for an answer to the question adn wondering why the she wolf was here, when she had not liked sand.