Stavanger Bay the night of long fangs

Promises of strength followed Rannoch’s apology and to this he nodded, liking what he heard. Strength had always been a pursuit of the young wolf and he was starting to feel that the barred shores of the depths would allow him such growth. A wind followed the Leviathan’s words and Rannoch shivered in it’s wake, feeling firsthand the power behind his sentiments.

The leader’s next words caught Rannoch off guard and his pelt bristled at the ferocity that he faced. Though he contemplated the words momentarily, he knew that this is where destiny had taken him.

He nodded then, regaining his footing in their conversation. “Yes, I am.”