Stavanger Bay No such thing

Ash Paw, quickly ducked her head and put a paw over her muzzle for a moment. She found this beast dog, amusing. And she wished to hide the small titter, that had almost fallen from her lips. She meant him no ill will. He was just different than she was used too.

Ash Paw's tail wagged once then twice. That was Gunnar. He is my cousin. He got his boots from his father and the color from his mother. He was raised by the sea.

Ash Paw stood gently and moved towards the other, slowly, but with an air of of something she always had. Ash Paw was a different type of wolf. Deep, strange may say.

He has joined a female that way. Someone he wishes to care for. What brings you here?