Stavanger Bay build a heart made of armor

Thistle heard the howl coming across the lands and lifted her muzzle from the fresh water she was drinking. Crystal beads of water held fast to her slim muzzle and whiskers. She sighed and headed towards the borders, wondering what this wolf wanted. Was it a new wolf to add to their bolstered ranks, or someone seeking information. She hoped Ragnar would come too, she had to speak with him anyway, about both the wounded wolf they found and Nerian. Nerian had not spoken to her in a few days and it worried her. Though it was also normal, Nerian was a rather private being.

Thistle made it to the edge of the borders and looked the girl over. You called for a leader of Stavanger Bay? What is it that you need? Then she just studied the girl in front of her, bigger than her as usual. She was a darker brown and wore a cape of silver. It was an interesting mix, and one Thistle enjoyed. She liked to see unique colors and patterns on her brethren, it was not usual.