Stavanger Bay The sea is my home [IC Joining]

Thistle had woken in the night to stretch and relieve herself and the gentle lull of the sea had caused her pause. She sat still her amber pelt fawn bright in the moonlight as she listened to the waves against the shore. She sat still her small head tilted and downy ears poised up eyes closed. She was lost in quiet contemplation as she thought on different things.

Ears quivering on her head a long howl reached across the distance and disturbed the quiet. Blue eyes popped open and she frowned who would be calling at this hour. Standing swiftly she strode towards the sea shore the ocean reaching her ears louder as she approached.

Looking around blue eyes caught the white pelt illuminated by the moon and she narrowed her eyes. Who was this she saw the large cut across his flank and studied it. What was wrong with him was it painful? He was a big brute, she chuffed quietly her stance territorial her voice no nonsense What brings you to our borders stranger?