Stavanger Bay idk my bff jill

Kaertok had, and always would be, a guardian. It was a skill he had fallen into naturally, and one he enjoyed. What better way to get a good feeling for this new pack than to skirt its borders and watch for interlopers. Not only that, but the long walks cleared his head and allowed him to think (or not, depending on how he was feeling). The soft sounds of his feet and the breeze were the only things he could hear right now. Everything else seemed rather quiet this afternoon.

He wondered what had happened to the previous leader (was he still around?) and what his brother actually expected him to do. Kaertok was in no position to usurp anybody... was he? Maybe he would bide his time and see where it took him.