Stavanger Bay We'll be sailing,

Her warm greeting mildly puzzled him, but nonetheless he was receptive. Tahoe embraced her action, momentarily resting his chin upon her spine as she swept past him.

"You are a valued member," She said. Considering there weren't many members of the pack, the praise was appreciated, but taken with a grain of salt. There was always a motive behind every action—he surmised her motive was not of great significance, but was intrigued anyway. Most likely he was overanalyzing, she probably just wanted to friendly. They were packmates, after all. He'd forgotten how that felt.

Thank you. He blinked, resting his eyes on her dark form.

Nothin’ outta the ordinary. Occasional loners, but no good recruits. He summarized briefly. An' you?