Stavanger Bay *slaps organ* this baby can play so many octaves

Not trespassing, but close to the territory. Any injuries (except life threatening i suppose) welcome.

It was an awkward and potentially dangerous situation, being near a pack's borders. The fact that each pack had its own rules and policies for handling someone at their borders made this even worse. He had  (hopefully) experienced the worst of pack border policy, being born to Blackfeather Woods, where blood, guts, gore, and bones strewn the borders — his uncle Damien seemed to carry the practice with his own pack, attacking any who came near. So he was rightfully concerned as he approached the Bay.

If he knew the history of this territory, it may have been natural for him to come here. Vaati's paternal grandfather owned this place. Vaati's father lived here once. Three wolves, similar in stature and coloration and temperment. But he was no seer, or scout, having little knowledge of the world outside of Blackfeather Woods and their neighbors. So the irony of this first inquiry was lost on him as he howled for the occupants.