Horizon Ridge i do like to be beside the seaside

"Viking?" Bazi had never heard such a word. Was it a pack, or a different type of wolf? Björn hailed from the North, so perhaps 'Viking' was just another word for Northerner - and that she certainly was. There hadn't been a contributor to the Nanum-Akkad gene pool in living memory that hadn't been of sound Northern stock. In fact, her own alpha was only the second non-Arctic wolf Bazi had ever seen. Soft, summer wolves. A strange sensation filled Bazi's chest. The trauma of her arrival into the Tekkon Wilds had booted her brain into safe mode, where prejudice and judgement had no place - now that she was safe, bathed, and fed, they popped up like pea shoots. The Nanum-Akkad's omega had been a runty, blue-black wanderer, accepted into their pack as a fool and puppysitter, well liked but never respected on the same terms as the other wolves. But the game was different here. The petite yearling lowered her head to inside of her front leg, rubbing fishy remains from both sides of her muzzle as she pondered Björn's words. This was summer country, and she would have to recalibrate despite the steady crystallization of her true preferences - after all, the majority of her pack were wolves of warmer origins. "Do you think I could be a Viking?" she asked, fixing him with an interested gaze. "What is a Viking like?"