Stavanger Bay Memories that Drive me

he frowned, nearly pouty in its nature.

upset for her. truly. he could not imagine if he found somewhere, and everybody left in a trickle. by their own will, of course. quennell was not a stranger to loss, but this concept from the washed woman was a new idea entirely.

i hate dat. he admitted with a shake of his head. a grand, childish idea washed over him suddenly. it showed in the shifting of his features to some mischievous.

you could take it! like a pirate, if no one be keepin' it safe.

suddenly he dropped into a play bow and his tail arched over his back, waving in excitement.