Stavanger Bay Wondering

Thistle took the moment to study the child in front of her. Not so much a child now as a gangly youth. She was taller than Thistle herself, but really who wasn’t she was not a big wolf. Her fur was black as the darkest night and she had the bluest eyes Thistle had ever seen. Though this was probably due to the huge contrast of black fur and blue eyes, that offset them. There were white toes on her tiny feet and Thistle studied them for a moment, they were actually cute.

Her introduction may have been a long one, but she just wanted the girl to know who she was. It is nice to meet you Onyx. Are you settling in well?