Stavanger Bay Taking it’s Toll

Sorry for the wait yall!

She wouldn't admit it to anyone, let alone recognize the emotion that fluttered through her within her own consciousness, but a pang of fear overtook her when one wolf became two on the border. It settled then when Kingsley's coarse, Tortugan accent graced her ears.

Greetings, indeed, she echoed her Master Gunner's words. Ironclan? You were not here the last time I came to this place. You are new, then? May I ask if you know of a pack called Rusalka? she went to business, knowing that lost time could increase tensions, especially with that wild-looking woman looming over the male's shoulders.