Stavanger Bay thrice fooled (joining!)

Thistle listened and tilted her ears forward and spoke softly How about you tell me your name first? She said the first with a bit of a jest and laughter in her voice. He had not told her his name. Then you can tell me your own qualifications if you don't mind. She shifted and settled to her haunches and waited.

Had the other thought of attacking her, though she was certain he was not threat. She had cry there, as well as her own teeth and claws. She would mess him up in her own right. She was no wilting wall flower so to speak.