Stavanger Bay shiver down my backbone

if dwin was sad and reflective and wishing for reprieve, she came to the right place. val hardly registered her behind him before she nearly bowled him over. at first, his fur stood on end -- but as he realized his assailant was a friend, his concerned features broke out into a grin.

holy sh-- you scared me. his rifled fur slowly settled as he took stock of dwin's condition. she was older now -- puppysoft curves given way to angles almost gamine. her eyes still had a magic brightness to them, though val noted some of the spark had softened. experience maybe.

no -- not praying. just admiring. he set back from the cliff edge, turning to dwin with a smile. so - how has your great adventure been going? i have to say, i visited a parsley patch not so long ago -- and there were no puppies in it.