Stavanger Bay (pack activity) Once upon a moon... [round 6 ends may 7]

Thistle shifted and spoke softly, He shouted, i'm the roughest toughest of them all. I've killed ten more than any other. I've traveled far and wide, I've protected the weak. My name is.... and. Thistle then stoppped, who didn't like to brag. A boasting party was always a good thing. Sometimes you could scare off those that wanted to do your harm, just with your words.

She wagged her tail, waiting quietly for someone else to take up the mantle. She hoped that someone could, it wasn't everyone that was good at bragging. She tilted her head, ears splayed apart waiting, a happy wolfish grin on her face.