Stavanger Bay The night so black that the darkness hummed.

Thistle watched the male go, irritation still causing her hackles to raise. She turned to Charon a glare fixated on her face, but not at him. I don't know but it was irritating. Do you think we have enough wolfs to have extra patrols Charon? Or no? The numbers escape me at the moment. Or perhaps you and I could make an extra one maybe. He was to close for my liking. She snorted once and turned tail and headed back the way she came, though slowly waiting on Charon and his answers.