Stavanger Bay wash away

He submitted further, appeasing Dante some.  Yet still he prepared to chase the male off, as every nerve in him dictated he should, until words spoken gave him pause.  The rumble shut off even while his expression remained stony.  "Who is this friend?"

He was suspicious.  But few knew that their pack had relocated to the shore, leading him to believe this wolf could have some connection to a packmate of his.  For a wolf who said he did not know, he'd guessed pretty damn well.  And if this was true, accosting him on neutral ground could present more a problem than it was worth.  Perhaps.  That judgement could be made after an explanation was further given.