Oystercatcher Tide Pools Wolf King

The wolf they called "Nippaitok" loomed after them like an ice-storm in the dark. As ever: he was silent— his loyalties on full display as he maintained an unneeded guardpost for the wolves of Tartok some distance from the shoreline. Each of them were more than capable of surviving on their own, and Anuniaq's familiarity with these wilds made it even less likely that they would face any insurmountable trouble, but the mute found it hard to relax that warm night. Not to say that leisure was a task that came easy to him anyway.

He paced like a caged lion, tearing up large divots of sand as he went, and he turned his long muzzle to and fro as he scanned the far open darkness for any sign of life. He wasn't paying much attention to the progress of Ikkalrok and Anuniaq until he heard the splashing; then his attention snapped to them with a stringent yellow glare as his brethren began to venture the dousing waves. He snorted and then inhaled, tasting the salty air for any sign of distress. But in finding nothing but neutral currents on the wind, the ivory wolf turned to press on along the beach.

Skippable unless engaged :>