Stavanger Bay No such thing

A small smile colored and painted her maw. Quickly to flit away. He was an interesting dog wolf this one. His hair all roped and tangled and long.

Well met Slavuj. I am Ash Paw. Might the group you speak have names of Ragnar, Thistle Cloud or Gunnar?

There were other smells here, other wolves that had tried to make a home in the harsh environment, and all had failed. Ragnar had lost his life. Her auntie had lost her drive. So much was lost in the bay.