Stavanger Bay in the jungle, the mighty jungle

Thistle had waited for word about that wolf that her husband had hunted down. For even his hunt fell flat. She had kept the deer haunch away from others, had even froze it in a cave near them. It was still fresh, though it would need to thaw. She wondered if he got caught in his wondering, and for that reason she hadn't spared him much thought in sometime. So her surprise was large when she heard a foreign howl come across the bay. She trotted towards it and raised a brow when she came near. Well hello. How are you? She waited standing tall and quiet.