Stavanger Bay All is well as the world turns

Thistle remembered the way she had first been when she had joined the ridge. Though she knew what the ocean looked like, having grown up by one. She had enjoyed staying near one when she first came. Because frankly it had been a little like home and she had been scared.

Thistle knew her husband would probably intimidate the poor girl Whip. The one she liked very well of the new recruits. There was a kindness and a softness to the girl that simply made Thistle want to help her. Perhaps she reminded her of the way she had been when she had first come, she wasn't really sure.

Thistle smiled at the lick and nudged her hopeful new friend in the shoulder. Hello Whip. What brings you out this morning? She gave her a small grin and waited.