Stavanger Bay thrice fooled (joining!)

Thistle was patrolling and hunting when she heard the howl sent up. Had it come up a few days prior she would have been surprised, but the amount of influx no longer surprised her. So tilting her head, she started towards it. She came to stand before the male Cry and a larger male.

Shifting small petite form, she studied the other male closely. He was a large gentleman, though truth be told most wolves were larger than she. She was a tiny she wolf. There were scars across his muzzle, giving him a distinguished air. She stood still with head tilted and eyes brightly blue waiting.

She then turned towards Cry, Hello Cry. She turned back towards the man, I'm Thistle Cloud Loðbrók, Thistle to most. How may I Help you?