Stavanger Bay make it last like it's the last time

With all the time she’d stayed with Reverie and Lestan, Bridget hadn’t actually fully realized there were others here. She’d caught scents here and there, of course, but passed them off to be roaming strangers. She’d been too caught up in her role as medic, and her attempts to hunt and lessen the burden they shared, to catch on to the fact that some scents remained constant.

So when she stumbled across a strange wolf marking the borders of his claim, a claim she happened to be living on, Bridget froze. Oh… shit. Sorry, you’re… you know Reverie and Lestan, right? I’ve been staying here, but I didn’t realize. Wow that’s embarrassing. She laughed, shaking her head, but all the while she watched his body language carefully. Her approach and apology had been as casual as ever, but if he took offense, she’d likely not be able to outrun this man in his own territory. Hopefully he found the situation just as funny as she did.