Stavanger Bay floating for life

Kaertok stood, listening indifferently to the wild ranting of what was clearly a wolf gone mad. If you knew what I wanted, then why did you ask? he replied, but he didn't intend on extending this conversation further, and it was asked rhetorically. But no bother now; I'll be on my way. Clearly, this would not be a good fit. Any pack which allowed such a wolf among their ranks was a weak one, and Kaertok did not wish to be a part of it. In a way, this mad wolf had answered his question rather well. The pack offered nothing he wanted.

With a flick of his tail and a small sniff, the large white wolf turned away.