Stavanger Bay a burning flame

"A male wolf with white eyes attacked one of our own. Tried to rip her throat out actually. So my husband Jarl Ragnar has stated no women or children past the borders without an escort." said Thistle, shrugging. The white prince tilted his head and gazed at Thistle with cerulean blue eyes thoughtfully. “Hefur gaurinn fundist og látnir svara til saka?" he spoke slowly and softly in his accented voice, danger lurking beneath those calm words. "Surely he isn't that hard to find, there are not many wolves with pure white eyes are there?" he said, gaze drifting away towards the sea as they walked. I am sorry to hear that. I had two older half brothers that were killed. I have two brothers as well that were born in the same litter as me. My parents may have had more since I left I do not know though. said Thistle. The ivory prince shook his head, smiling softly. “Ekki vera hryggur fyrir mig, fyrir bróðir minn Einar er örugglega veisluhús með guðina Valhalla." he murmured. "They are in a better world, with the gods." he said. He did not wish to dwell on the darker subject instead changed direction. “Systir mín Audhild er mikið eins og þú, hún er góður og elskandi þó getur verið eins og grimmur eins og tígrisdýr ef þörf krefur. Hún myndi gera góða shieldmaiden og svo myndi þér, ef þú hefðir valið þessa leið." he spoke slowly before realizing he had spoken in Norse. "I hope you don't mind me suddenly speaking in ancient Norse, it takes time to adjust as back in my natal pack, everyone spoke Norse."