Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

Crappy post is crappy. It's early and I haven't had coffee yet. xD

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It was not often that someone else beat him to summoning howl from the other side of the borders but today, as he approached the scene, tail raised over his back in a clear display of dominance the scarred Scandinavian's eyes flickered to Thistle first where she stood before the two strangers on the opposite side of Stavanger Bay's scent borders, ears cupping forth to hear the male introduce himself as Viggo. Ragnar had missed the exchange between the two women, and for the moment contented with the assumption that these were simply two strangers seeking a home. Which to him they were. Ragnar moved to his wife's side, eyes assessing each of the strangers in turn, allowing silence to follow him for a few moments before he deigned to break it. "I am Ragnar and this is my wife Thistle," He introduced themselves to the two wolves, gesturing to Thistle slightly with his muzzle. And though Ragnar could guess the answer as his black, leathery nostrils flared, assuring him that both were loners he inquired "Why are you at my borders?" anyway. Just because it felt like a ritual thing to inquire.