Stavanger Bay pump your veins with gushing gold

The first half of her words fell more along the lines of blah, blah, blah in Echelon's head, but there was a nugget of interest in the second half of her statement. Interest piqued, she could not avoid the shift of her gaze to meet the inset sapphire of the matron. A wolf going around and attacking others? Well, it certainly wasn't liable to be anyone that Echelon knew, but she hung onto the information all the same. Most interesting was the talk of said wolf being white-eyed. She had seen her fair share of oddities when it came to eye color.

“Thank you,” she said, and found that she meant it earnestly. A possible threat was something that Echelon did not take highly, hearsay or otherwise. And if these wolves were still on guard for said individual, she took it as a means to say that he still lingered around. Her confidence kicked in though, and she almost went on to tell the older canine that she could handle herself just well. Her tongue stayed itself though. Instead she opted for another question: “Have they been seen around here lately? Perhaps I should alter my route.” Perhaps she'd alter it away from this stretch of beach. But would have Tonravik? The thought of not finding her no matter which direction she went pained her, but she tucked it out of sight as well.