Stavanger Bay they caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride

Huāzhen journeyed to the bay, thoughts on the wolfdogs that had once tried to settle there. Their scents were long gone, which pleased her- and the place seemed unoccupied still, even better. But a scent cane to her soon enough as she paced, and she shifted direction slightly to find whoever it was. Once her gaze caught him, she paused several yards off. Familiar, in a strange way... for a moment she could not place him, and then the memory came rushing back, of that day... the men who had both wanted Ying. And her sister had later told her of their savagery... and so she did not greet him, but remained quiet where she stood, curious of the male she still perceived as Moonspearian.