Stavanger Bay Here I stand wearing my heart on my sleeve

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Thistle did not think him a stalker, she just thought him curious and he was young. What young wolf did not explore and learn by watching? She didn’t know any. She saw his look of terror and giggled again . I take it Ragnar told you to come to me about that wound you bear, but he didn’t tell you I was his wife? he practiced gaze had found the wound that he wore.

He then began to stammer and she chuckled harder, she was terrible at this whole meeting new faces thing. She kept throwing the poor youth some wide curve balls from left field. Confusing him and causing him distress. She felt bad, that she had caused him confusion. And in most cases it was not common practice to have more than one mate, and if she had her way and she could have felt okay and unselfish she would have not allowed it, but her selfless nature would not allow it. And she was becoming accustomed to the idea, it would be hard for some time and she did not know if she would always be okay, but she was trying for both her husband and Nerian’s sakes.

She chuckled and spoke softly I can tell. Would you like help with some of that sand, too much dirt in that wound could make it infected you know. I like the beach too, but the forest has my heart more often than not.