Stavanger Bay Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd.

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Beric smiled at the way Tveir puffed his chest, sure that he would win against the older male. We'll have to see, he confirmed. He would have to make a mental note to ask Thistle if he could take Tveir out one day to hang out. Beric didn't have much experience with pups outside of his immediate family, and it would do him some good to get some. Puppies had a way of brightening the darkest of days.

His smiled widened toward Thistle, and his tail wagged as she welcomed him home. I'm honored, he replied. He had doubts on whether he would ever find a home like Sterrenvuur when he came in search of Julooke and Verrine. It seemed the pair had done the work in finding a pack, Beric just needed the time to settle into it to see it was just like home. She asked if there was anything else, and in the next breath asked if he wanted to walk with them. he nodded. Sure, I'd like to walk with you two, he replied, falling in step beside Tveir.