Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

Heph listened intently. The riddles would be a challenge. While the she-wolf had quite the head for traveling and jokes she was less confident in answering any sort of more serious wordplay. So she focused on her strengths and added with a chuff "I think I'd have better chances waiting for the rain and making the stone cry." But it was good to know. Perhaps she could prepare if she wished to go visit - a gift in exchange for entry would most likely also not go amiss if she did decide to visit.

She considered the other wolf's words with care, but had a difficult time taking them seriously. Living itself was dangerous for wolves, for most all animals. Even to eat was a death match as they must kill to consume. And most all the things she wanted to do before she died she needed to risk dying to do. Shrugging her shoulders her tone was light following the dips and rises of her excitement at the last question - everything she wanted to do before she died, could she even begin to think of that? "Everything worth me doing might kill me, how could I live if I was constantly afraid of death?" There was a hint of genuine upward movement towards the end of the question. She was curious as to how this young wolf planned to live, she seemed like a confident enough creature, unafraid, it seemed and odd mixture.