Stavanger Bay To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Death was not a taboo to Claire. She often though of the subject which an interest that often crossed the line and turned into a morbid obsession.

She too noticed how the setting sun reached them one last time with his golden fingers before settling behind the mountains. She also noticed a glimmer in his eye when he looked at her -- though she thought it was only an effect of her wild imagination. He couldn't love her. No one did. Not even herself.

Her words obviously disturbed him, she knew this because his words had turned gruff and raspy. She would've apologized but she didn't -- because why should you be ashamed of your beliefs? For her life was unkind, it had been that way since she was born.

At his comment of a right pack, Claire dipped her muzzle while analyzing his logic. That way of thinking fitted him, he had his family here of course this pack was right for him-- but her?

"Is this the right pack for me?" she muttered, not realizing that her thoughts had made their way out of her mouth.