Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

As the puppy wriggled anxiously at his mother's heels -obviously tired of older wolves conversation- Chrysanthemum figured that it was all for the better that she took her leave. Perhaps they had had something especially fun planned for the evening and her intrusion had subsequently spoiled it. She hated to think it was true, but she herself had been in the midst of a mission prior to the surprise encounter.

Shaking herself roughly as if to wake whatever had gone dormant during their talk, Chrys showed her own age by making a few pacing steps of her own. It was an action well beyond Thistle's own maturity, but for the puppy it was inevitable. Their parting words had cheered on her excitement about meeting Nerian for their usual rendezvous -she was ready to take her leave. Bowing her head to the princely puppy, Chrys offered an amicable close to its herbalist mother. "It was a pleasure meeting you both Thistle Cloud and I am sure our paths will -er cross again," she jested lamely. After all, the juvenile had resolved in the course of their meeting that she wouldn't send any of Thistle's puppies to slaughter at the hands of Bughuul. She was too agreeable and they were too enthralling to harm in such a terrible way. So she would have to satisfy the demon wolf from some other means.

Waving her tail behind her as she departed into the direction from which she had come, the underage wolf took solace in at least having had made up her mind about one thing. The puppies of Stavanger Bay were safe from the henchmen insurgent and her master.