Stavanger Bay so rested he by the Tumtum tree

Seal, too, closed the distance between them. If there was one thing she loved, it was making friends.

This wolf reminded Seal of both Ajei and Bronte: petite in stature with glided furs. But – oh her eyes! They were like a sunset!

She caught herself staring in awe and cleared her throat sheepishly. “Ahem – Nae, dinnae fash,” she assured the traveler. “I live in village Moonspear.” Seal gestured over her shoulder to the tall, faraway, snowcapped peak. “I just came from Moontide, on the Plateau… and, well, felt like having a wee walkabout. My name’s Seal, what’s yours?” she asked with a giggle.