Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"I think you are right, but this works for old people, who know stuff," Dwin remarked. "I mean I do not know a lot and I think that therefore I should... I think it is wiser to keep with, what I know well," that sounded awfully wise from a young wolf like her, but then she too was a contradiction to this rule. Had she followed her own belief, she would not be out in the middle of the winter, half-starving and having no idea, where to go next. Instead she would be sitting diligently at home, getting fat and learning stuff to prepare better. But even Dwin's adventureness had red lines and hunting big game was one of them. 

"Existing just like that might not be fun," she said. "But then - I think it was my Aunt Wraen - who wanted to be a tree in her next life. To take a long rest after a turbulent life," again, dear reader, take notice that Dwin was not good at remembering facts correctly. "Maybe being a tree is a different kind of existence that we cannot appreciate, while we ourselves are being wolves," she finished her thought. "Would you like to become tree one day? Any tree at all - of your choosing?"