Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

S'okay if I jump in and use it for a specialization? 

Upon walking into the beautiful landscape, the large female was out doing what she did best: explore. She always felt as if she belonged to the world outside and to always explore, not matter what held her down. She hadn't been down near the bay before, and it had been a drive for her. However, it was in the middle of winter and it was't the best weather to be traveling right near the water.

The beauty still captured the large female's eyes. She felt happy with discovering this new place and would hopefully be able to return here again. The land was unclaimed, and she didn't see nor sense another wolf as she walked. Maybe her pack would claim this land as their own if given the chance? She shook her  head and laughed at herself. This pack was her main drive for her thoughts, she could barely think of herself at times. Then again, this pack was her family and treated her like so.

With a shake of her head at her own internal argument, the burly female made her way down along with sand of the bay, staying out of the small tides that lapped against the sand that was becoming covered by snow. Her large paws left messages behind in the sand, it looked as if a giant had been walking through.

She soon stopped as a scent had reached her nose, even with the chilly and salty air that surrounded her. It was another wolf out here, and it only smelt like one rather than a group. Large, slightly curled ears pricked forward towards the scent, body straightening and hackles rising. Krypton's glassy eyes remained still, pupils grew smaller as a cat's would. Although it wasn't on her list to meet a new wolf, it would be maybe nice to see a new face?

Pushing off into a even-paced trot, the burly female trotted towards the scent, tail swaying with  her large strides as they covered the ground. She wasn't in the mood for a brawl, and she only prayed it would not be one.