Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

Onyx's hackles rose as she felt someone's gaze on her. Was Jarl Ragnar here? She turned around, ready to bow politely, only to see someone entirely new. She was grey with green eyes. Nice green eyes. "Hi. I am Onyx. What is your name?" She asked. A thought popped into the back of her mind- she should be chasing this wolf away from Stavanger Bay's territory! But that would be mean, and besides, she wasn't brave enough to try to chase an adult older than her. In fact Onyx was barely an adut, just one year old, in fact more of a teenager. If she wasn't old enough to have a boyfriend, she was surely not a full adult. Well, maybe she could, but she'd never heard of anyome falling in love as young as her. She glanced up- no, down- at the wolf. She was very tall. "How are you doing this fine day?" She asked the grey lady.
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