Stavanger Bay fancy thinking the beast was something you could hunt and kill

he had mulled over the idea of approaching the stavanger borders, though not for fear of the blood that speckled the shore's perimeters. if his tenure in the teekon was to be of any duration, he needed some sort of alignment in which to be housed -- and a quick study of the coastal pack showed that they housed no slouches.

besides that, he was hungy -- and packs often had food. he had not worked up enough of an appetite where he was ready to crawl groveling to their borders, so instead he left small trails of his passage that any intrepid wolf could detect; crunched leaves, pawprints, the snag of dirty fur caught in briars.

he had yet to come outwardly close to the borders, but he was an interloper -- eventually, some soul would come across him in their daily goings.