Stavanger Bay Wondering

Onyx nodded and stayed silent. She watched Thistle leave and then wandered off as the sun began to set on this day. She needed to know more wolves. More of her pack-mates. At least she had met both of the alphas, Ragnar and Thistle. Or the jarl, as he was called here.

Later that night she laid in the sand staring at the moon. She was tired but she could not sleep. There was still a lot to wonder about.