north sea storm

Sorry this is kinda short and lame. I have to leave for work in like 10 minutes but I didn't want to hold this up another day.

Verrine listened to everything Ragnar said and nodded in agreement, though he still felt that the wolves on the isle were too close for comfort and, deep down, knew that there would be issues over hunting grounds. A moment of consideration brought another thought to mind, "If they hunt Gyrfalcon's Keep, they'll be encroaching on the mountain pack at Silvertip." He wasn't intimately familiar with the lay of the land yet, nor did he know much about the wolves who lived out that way, but he was at least aware that there was a pack there. They too would likely have the same issues with this new pack that the Ridge wolves had, particularly if conflicts over prey came into the picture. "They really picked a stupid spot to set up housekeeping," he continued with a sour expression on his face as Ragnar's howl faded out into the distance. As they waited for someone to respond, he cast a look at Julooke and grinned reassuringly to her, feeling warmth and protectiveness for her. He wasn't sure how their summons would be responded to, but one thing he was sure of was that they wouldn't harm a hair on Jules's body.