Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

Her sandy-coated Ostrega friend was quick to slide up alongside her. She leaned toward him, still debating her decision to stop here whilst chewing her lip thoughtfully. She was about to say that maybe it wasn't a good idea to join a pack of total strangers when the fawn-coated Thistle Cloud arrived, greeting her with a warm familiarity.

Ptarmigan's smile didn't touch her eyes, which were alight with uncertainty, but it easily could have been mistaken for weariness. “Cloud,” she said quietly, falling silent as Viggo introduced himself. She knew little about the Stavanger Bay female, other than that she was a good playmate, yet she found comfort in the other woman's presence. “We're doing well, thank you.”

Before she could ask the same, a light-haired male made his way onto the scene. Had she not been soothed by Cloud's presence, the sight of him would have made Ptarmigan turn and walk briskly away. He was large and heavyset, clearly a pugilist or a bulwark of some sort. It wasn't his size that would have sent her away, though, but rather, the sharp scrutiny in his brilliant blue eyes and the huge scar that marred the side of his face. Her lips pulled into a thin line and she exchanged a glance with her pale agouti comrade, waiting for some sort of opinion.

Given that she had already greeted Cloud and was accompanied by Viggo, the Endore couldn't just run away now, so she swallowed and smacked her lips. “Um,” she began, but thought better of joking about having accidentally thrown her baseball over his fence. “We... Are alone.” Her ears wilted back as she realized she didn't really have a reason for being here, other than that she'd decided a pack might benefit her and the Ostrega male.