Stavanger Bay The north wind blew, its head asunder

The black wolf turned her head slightly, her eyes half-closed in an almost bored expression, though with her head tilted in a small degree, it looked more like she was thinking, as if she was unsure how to proceed.

"... Hello."
Nightshade seemed to pause at her own words before fully turning to actually see Thistle Cloud. Her side itched as her muscles moved. She had wished to clean them better besides washing them out with the water from the lake, but she was never entirely sure how the pack would take it, so she didn't dare to harvest any aloe or yarrow, not wanting to dig a deeper hole for herself. She had not even dared to hunt, though her stomach would most certainly drive her to do so soon.

She stood in silence, waiting to see exactly what the other would do. She had not been friendly in their last meeting, and was suspicious about what she would do now, unsure exactly how Thistle would use her rank advantage, and whether or not it was safe to even talk to the woman.