Stavanger Bay floating for life

The past two years had seen growth and maturity in Kaertok. Time brought him ever-closer to his fifth year of life with no signs of stopping. He had spent much of his time learning the ways of Tartok, eventually gaining the name himself, but eventually he wished to branch off and live his own life. And what better place to go than the place where he had once lived? He had been born in the Teekon Wilds, so why shouldn't he come back?

The Tartok wolf came to the northern marked borders of a coastal pack, and while he had always been a mountain wolf, he was not opposed to such things. His head dropped to the ground, and he sniffed the sand. Particles stuck to his wet nose when he did so.