Stavanger Bay wash away

I should probably get him one or two new ones ;) hehe

The pack sharing their coast did not seem to want trouble as of yet, though Dante wasn't quite sure he believed the captain to be a man of his word in this regard.  If it came down to their pack or Donnelaith, he doubted the other alpha would hesitate in conflict too much, for were it the other way around, he would not do so either.  Lasher's thoughts on the matter were harder to read, especially now when Dante felt slightly at odds with the dark druid.  It wasn't a place he liked to be in, but he found himself stubbornly there regardless.

Despite the wary peace, Dante hadn't stepped down his focus, especially with Osprey's situation.  And he especially did not take kindly to strangers passing near.  The fact that the stranger before him now was male only made it worse.  He could barely stand to be near male packmates right now. 

He'd spotted the stranger from where he walked along the beach, though it wasn't until he got a bit closer that he recognized anything specific.  It was not a wolf he'd ever seen, but his stance became aggressive as he approached, and his tail and head both rose stiffly.  There was a growl in his tone as he accosted him, wasting no time in getting to the point of the matter as he moved in closer.  "What are you doing here?"  You are not welcome on these shores