Stavanger Bay this is happening

Thistle looked at him crouching and she studied him. She dipped her muzzle to thank him, you may sit if you wish rather than crouch, I am not large so i imagine that crouching like that hurts your back, however be sure to mind your manners. she looked at him pointedly, she would not take any crap from him, she was tiny, but might and he best realize this. She moved around and sat looking at him, she hoped he realized that if he had any doubts about being respectful or if he got the attitude he had, that made him a captive to begin with her husband would rip his throat out and feed it too him.

My name is Thistle Cloud Loðbrók, but you can call me Thistle if you wish everyone else does. I have been told my name is rather lengthy. I apologize if I woke you, i just wished to check on the boy. If this wolf didn't know the other captive had a wound she wasn't about to tell him, let him think she was merely checking because she was a mother.