Stavanger Bay water laps

It seemed Sobo had found a place that made him feel calm and safe. Maybe he preferred the dunes and sand to the tall, craggy cliffs of Dragoncrest. For Chacal, it felt a bit open and exposed for her liking- but it was difficult not to feel cozy as she noticed just how blithe her brother felt about the place.

His questions were thoughtful, though. The kind of questions and thoughts that expressed his temperament. He seemed more inclined to cast away those the ocean washed ashore, whereas she felt differently. It wasn’t a bad thing- and she knew that he had wisdom as well. The wrong wolf washed ashore and given rest and peace might very well turn around and bite once it recovered it’s strength.

”You are right to be wary, broder.” She said. ”We cannot trust all de wolves who come knockin’ upon our home. Sometimes, I t’ink, dat mercy be de right choice. De sea brings us many t’ings; some good, some bad. It is up to us to handle what is given to us in de best way.” She said. After all- not all things that washed up on the shore were edible or useful- some were poisonous or dangerous. 

”An’ is someone be ungrateful, I’m sure we can fin’ ways to make dem pay what dey owe to us, hmm?” She grinned.