Stavanger Bay Trouvaille

Ty made her way back to the coast, stopping at the plateau briefly to freshen the borders. The smell of others was starting to stick, too, and she smiled at the thought of them coming together. Starting from nothing was difficult, but she was feeling good about things. Even once they had established themselves, she had a feeling she would need to continue to recruit others. Wolves were flaky creatures, often departing due to wanderlust, wanting to start something of their own, or just plain boredom. From all her experiences, she knew that packs tended to be a revolving set of members.

She was scouting out some of the nearby areas when she spotted a single white wolf stretching in the grass. It looked rather comfortable, she thought, and so Tytonidae trotted over to him with a soft "woof" to greet him. Another wolf, another potential recruit! She approached with a neutral stance, a smile on her face, and a general happy-go-lucky look about her. "Warm day, but a nice one!" Ty sat down a few feet away, ready to dart should she need to.