Stavanger Bay i wish i could sleep

The pack had grown strong since their formation, and the warhound found it pleasantly well-fortified by the frequent trips to their borders. All of those that he had taken into the rift had proven themselves to be willing, and caring things. For all of his faults, he was not certain that he would have been able to garner such attention if he hadn’t done something right. The witchdoctors had spoken of dangerous things in him, but he had never been able to truly believe in their word – not when it hadn’t been proven. He had been stormblessed, after all.  
 
Stepping through the brush, the titan latched his sights on the mute. He offered a soft smile to the silent fellow and inhaled to catch the scents on the other’s coat. It seemed that Sentinel had been getting to know the others well; that was promising. “Have you been enjoying your time here, Sentinel?” the dark sea wraith inquired in a rumbling tone.