Stavanger Bay sending a danger signal

Lagertha was not much of a dreamer, not one for sleep. Her days began at the crack of dawn, finding her atop a grassy knoll of a hill overlooking the sandy strip of beach below. The morning was still and quiet, broken only by the sound of waves hitting the shore gently.

The Viking sucked in a breath, eyes half shut in peace before they widened to take in the pale form below. From here she could not tell if it were a male or female wolf but Lagertha watched whomever it was all the same. 

As they began to tear into the meal they had caught, the Valkyrie crept down with the intentions of figuring out of this wolf was one of the Blackrock wolves.