Stavanger Bay thrice fooled (joining!)

The night prince sent a nod of greeting to her, the affirmation and acknowledgement of her greeting to him.
He had done quite enough talking for today, but respectfully, he murmmered her name in turn as greet.

"Thistle."

Both of them faced the light sand hued brute, the action done in unison. Then the Alphess spoke he words to him, leaving him as a spectator, or body guard in case the man had a random sliver of thought to take advantage of the smaller russets frame.
Not saying it would happen, for he had grown a bit fond if the elder southernman.

After Aesop spoke of reference to him, Cry nodded in agreement, because what e said was quite a mouthful. Sure, he could sum it up, but the dark man had no idea whether she wanted the tan wolf to speak for himself or not.
He nodded to Thistle however, indication that he is unwed hear te becoming a of this man.