Stavanger Bay savegame

Of course! Thanks for joining!

Remiel froze, breath hitched in his throat while his pointed ears twitched atop his skull at the sound of ash boughs bending and shivering from the movements of an unseen creature. 

He twisted on his toes to face the stranger head on. The two-toned male was quite a bit larger than he was, with muscle twined tightly around a thick musculature, and triple-parallel scars striking a jagged line across the bridge of his nose. The young wolf tucked his tail between his heels, but otherwise stood his ground. He wouldn't be chased off like some simpering, chastised child. He'd encountered no pack boundaries; this place was free to roam.

To the question, he growled a response between taunt lips, "What's it to you?" He retorted, voice wavering slightly. He had no way of knowing that the grave belonged to the strangers father or that this bay had once, indeed, been his home. It was vacant now, and left for the wanderers.