Stavanger Bay a pirates return

The woman's name was unfamiliar to him. He was certain that if Rannveig had happened upon her, he would have returned with a cocksure grin and wouldn't have been able to shut up about it for a month. Ford retained the name in the back of his mind and dipped his muzzle to her just slightly in response to the introduction. The more interesting portion of their chat came when she mentioned that she was indeed searching for a place to settle her claws to the earth. It was good to hear that someone had made mention of their intended claim and that she had returned because of it. The more that he imagined that conversation happening, the less he believed that his slate-colored brother was capable.

That was until she mentioned Velen. A thoughtful smirk creased his dark lips and he breathed outward in recognition of his other brother. “My brother,” he remarked with a small nod and a chuckle that rumbled from the back of his throat like thunder. “What is it that you seek in a pack, Norsamu?” the warhound then inquired of her. He canted his skull just slightly to the right and peered at her with an intent stare.