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Thistle heard the fellow's belly rumble and she felt bad. She sniffed gently, trying to gather his scent, see if he belonged to a pack or a lone wolf. She watched in amusement as he bolted from her chuff. No need to worry. I'm not going to attack you. You didn't cross the borders. 

She settled herself to her haunches. Normally she would have chased him away for even being near the borders, but they were leaving soon, so what was the point of protecting the borders that would no longer be theirs? And she wasn't really feeling up for a confrontation. He made her nervous though as his eyes kept darting from her and behind her, so she turned her head slightly, expecting full well to see Atreyu, but it was Charon that lurked behind her. She just simply dipped her muzzle to Charon and then turned back around.

I'm Thistle Cloud Lodbrok, alphess of the bay.