Stavanger Bay Here I stand wearing my heart on my sleeve

Thistle continued doggedly on not realizing at first that she was being followed. She kept walking, her mind on other matters at hand, her pelt flickering in different hues depending on where the sun hit it, but she continued on. She lifted blue eyes to the sky, when she heard a small footfall she smiled thinking one of her children were following her. She turned fully expecting TVeir or Ein or even Gyda only to be met with a wolf she did not know.

She stared at him for a moment unsure what to say, but he smelled of Ragnar so he had to be a new recruit. She lifted a brow Umm Hello? he was soaked to the skin and sand was attached to his legs in the most uncomfortable of ways. He looked a little bedraggled, and his fur was drying in tufts of fur sticky with water and sand.