Stavanger Bay take care, they said

The witch doctor at his side seemed to react sheepishly at his approach, but the wraith regarded her with only a slight glance. He had been curious why she would silently sit on the border with her gaze trained on the pallid male, but it was not something he would openly address. The flighty female would have had her reasons, or so he would assume. Instead, his lengthy ears swiveled forward to meet the words of the freckled stranger. An intense listener, as per usual, the leviathan found himself surprised that there had been wolves who had occupied the bay before his own brood. A thoughtful frown creased his inky features at the response that had been given, and he nodded his head solemnly.
 
“It’s natural to be pulled back to your roots, I suppose,” he said gruffly – this was not because of the present company, but merely because the sea king was gruff even in moments of leisure. Meeting the gaze of the other wolf, his dark eyes played across the features of the man and he wondered faintly how the sea had procured such a beast and then allowed him to depart. Was she not pleased with her makings? Casting the thought from his mind, Skellige believed that it was simply his destiny to dwell on the shore and that was the reason for the previous pack having fallen. The mystics had willed it, and so it became a reality.
 
“I am Skellige Cairn; the Leviathan of the bay. This is Doe, our Witch Doctor,” he motioned toward the slender female at his side with a swing of his muzzle. “We await the blessing of the mystics before staking claim on these lands, but our preparations have offered great promise.” It would not be long before they would be allowed to call the land theirs without argument from passersby.