Stavanger Bay Memories that Drive me

He moved with practiced ease.  A young wolf, but comfortable in his own skin, or at least he seemed. Ash Paw could not boast such a thing. She was not comfortable in her skin, still unsure where she fit and why. Had no real idea what she wanted from life, and how to go about getting it. If that wasn't evident by the fact that she very much almost killed herself, just to see if she had a gods favor.

She was momentarily disappointed and settled to her haunches, scratching designs in the dirt, as she thought. 

I haven't either, though I have an acquaintance who swears he's a god. I haven't seen the evidence yet, but who am I to ask such questions of gods? It's rather disappointing.

She frowned eyes going inward. The gods I follow are great bears. Slobbering, slavering grizzly and pristine gigantic polar bear. I haven't seen them, and I fear that if I did. I would simply run from the fearsome looks of their visage.

She scoffed. But why am I speaking to you of it. I am sure you don't want to hear me speak such things. What were you doing out and about?

She smells no pack on him, but he is young. Not young enough to not be out on his own, but still enough that he should have someone to care about his well being at any rate.