Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"Fish? No, I have no idea," Dwin shrugged, turning to regard the strange curiously and finding that she liked the stranger right away. Sure, there had been plenty of cautionary tales about not trusting people you did not know easily, but at the moment the young wolf was tired and therefore not very inclined on playing the "I am the worst thing you can meet here" game. If she was to be eaten here and now - well, so be it. She had seen the ocean and therefore achieved at least something in her life.

"I skipped my fishing lessons for camouflage classes," she told, referring to Teya, who had tried voluntarily and patiently pass on the skill to the young Blackthorn, who at the time had not considered it necessary. First and foremost, because fish had never been at the top of her list. Now - however - she figured those skills may have come handy. "Name's Dwin - who are you?"