Stavanger Bay in the midnight hour

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The rushing salt water of the ocean as the high tide rushed to greet him over and over, splashing up against tall legs and licking at the platinum silver fur of his underside as he walked along the beach was each a cool kiss. There was no rational explanation for Ragnar being awake at such a time except for that simply: he was. He often did midnight patrol of the borders though this could not be classified as a midnight patrol. Not really. Since the wolves of Horizon Ridge had abandoned that territory and had instead became Stavanger Bay there had been no real need to patrol the length of the beach. Tonight, it was Odinn that had roused him from his slumber of dark dreams. Dreams of enticing women and dark ravens and blood. They made no sense to him, served no purpose other than a tangled web of mystery as to which he was in no mood to attempt to untangle. It was simply how the Gods chose to speak to him: riddles, images and puzzles. Things he had to decode. Sometimes, Ragnar acknowledged, it would have been easier if they could have just spoken what they wanted, what the meaning of the grim dreams were sparing him the whole guessing game charade. He moved quickly, compelled by the desire to keep going, to walk it off. While he could not say that he was necessarily spooked by the images that haunted him, even now, he was at the very least mildly perturbed by them. He had come to assume the worst without a proper Seer to decode the message for him. It was then that he noticed a shadow moving and halted in his own progress, a good distance away, to allow his eyes of Caribbean ice to study the shadow, hackles bristling along his broad, scarred shoulders. His body was tense and alert as he watched it move again, away from the tide as if it feared the licking and grasping waters that reached for it with a hunger. The moonlight allowed him a glimpse at the silhouette and he lunged towards it with another second, barreling down on the other canine that he did not recognize like a tank with the intention of apprehending him for the crime of trespassing.