Stavanger Bay Back at it again...

Doe's ears swivelled as she listened to the other speak. Her attention was focused mainly on the health and demeanor of the two wolves, as she had already guessed why they stood on her borders. Winter had come, and the Bay's caches were full.

Their ranks, however, were still lacking. They have a faithful few that followed, and they had her children, of course, but they would need strong, warm bodies to sing songs with them through the winter, to be models for the children, to hunt with on the first day of spring.

"There's room enough for both of you," she chirped, tail swishing once more. "But I'll warn you here - Blackrock is not a pack for the faint of heart. The Sea is wicked, and the winter will be long."

Sharp, yellow eyes blazed on each of them as she spoke these words, looking for signs that one or the other would quail - still searching for any weaknesses that might not be apparent at first glance.