Stavanger Bay Just a young gun with a quick fuse.

@Smokestep since they have a past, but other's can jump in, too!

Zig trotted down the beach in the shallow part of the water, liking the way to cold water felt on his paws. He seemed as to be moving with no real purpose, but he actually was looking for a particular place. That's just how he always did things. There was no need to hurry. Instead, he moved through the shallow water, enjoying the feeling of his paws sinking into the goopy sand. His coat was damp as he had also gone for a swim earlier, unable to resist the need to jump into the ocean. He wasn't in the habit of denying himself any instant gratification when he had the urge to do something, no matter the situation.

Finally, he arrived at what he thought was the correct place. He could tell this was the border of a pack's territory, but he wasn't quite sure it was the pack he was looking for. It had been a while since he and Smokestep had been partners in crime, but Zig remembered a few details of the home Smokestep had occasionally mentioned. It had peaked Zig's interest and he had thought about maybe seeking Smokestep out once he had his fill of the traveling lifestyle. And, that's why Zig found himself here now. So, he sat down, tilted his head back, and let out a howl, hoping that his old friend would remember him.