Stavanger Bay All is well as the world turns

I figured I’d wait a few days to see if more people would join…that lasted all of four hours hehe.

Wip was encouraged by the fact that Thistle had always been so agreeable with her. It was more than she could have hoped for during her travels, to find a new pack, and to be lead by a female who seemed to exude only kindness thus far. Wip hoped that it would remain this way, and she made a silent pledge to herself that she would do everything in her power to make it so.

I was trying to get to know the pack, with my nose. She wiggled her wet, black nose as if to emphasize this and then decided that the morning seemed apt for pumping Thistle for information. How many wolves call his pack home? And what is your husband’s name? What are they like? She didn’t dare ask what she really had been wondering, What is he like. In Wip’s experience leading males had the tendency to be…abrasive and she wondered if this would be the same sort of situation. She did not want to assume anything however, and risk offending Thistle.